The Waterfall

 

Waiting for the waterfall

was the greatest gift of all-

as I walked the path to reach

the open water and its breach,

I searched my life along the way--

how I'd lived it day by day.

 

Fun-filled days of sand and sun-

winter snows with sledding runs-

October brought a new display-

New England leaves, in lavish array.

 

Spring was full of new shoots and mud

Daffodils, tulips and crocus buds,

slowly as the snow disappears-

hopes arise through glistening tears.

 

As doors fly open and children run-

I remember a child in the summer sun.

Some say she wore shades of blue-

with bright freckled face and red hair too..

Not the kind that is offensive,

but, just enough to make me pensive.

 

I did all the things that children do-

from dolls to cowboys- I spanned the view.

Summer boating, paddling canoes and rowing with oars--

I quietly listened to the sweet out of doors.

 

All was filled with harmony,

Natures' adventures orchestrated-

and, I the viewer-captivated!!

I studied the ripples, from the flow-

sometimes fast--sometimes slow..

 

Hardly a sound was heard on the lake

As I would intently lie and wait...

Till the fish jumped-parted the waters-

flopped in the air and returned to his quarters.

 

Evening came, as the sun set to rest--

the glistening water still beats in my breast.

As darkness fell, and I was in bed--

the listening started--the conductor prepared-

the sound of the loon soon propelled through the air..

 

Oh, how peaceful, the grandeur spiritual-

as I remember, the moments so graceful..

But, now as I see the waterfall.

the walk was worth the thought of it all..

For the waters cascade and thunder down.

spreading vaporous mists all around--

Cool and refreshing, I stop to think,

Remembering, reliving--I stop to drink...

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2005