The Waterfall

Every time I drive along Redroofs Road, 
I slow down at the same curve in the road 
to get a glimpse of the waterfall.
Its beauty ever-changing 
never ceases to warm me, 
cause me to murmur a reverent thank-you.

It reminds me of love, 
changing daily.  
Sometimes fierce and surging, 
other times simply a gentle trickle, 
but always there and always lovely. 

There to warm one's heart 
and cause a stirring, 
if one would slow down long enough 
to see it.

Poem ©1974 Sharron R. McMillan
Picture Cliff Gilker Park 2022