I penned this poem at the base of Niagara’s Horseshoe Falls as I clumsily tried to capture the magic of what I was viewing. My hope is that a bit of the power of this place found its way into my verse. Enjoy!
Resurgence
Slow motion
transformation,
green to white,
a miracle before our eyes.
Same as when I feel for you,
a thousand shooting stars,
a million falling moon beams,
that voice –
whispering.
The ephemeral feeling
this could be a dream
I’m executing.
Shy light beams
billow,
a smoke screen,
a waterfall eroding,
strong,
nonstop,
concealing.
White curls of wisdom
cascade in
frothy steam
swirl
churn
and perhaps with
gracious luck
return
reincarnated by clouds
to fall a second time.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
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