June 7

Cataract

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Water falls down

Gray and brown rocks

The sound roaring

Never boring

It’s pouring new spring rainfall

*

Summer brings drought

Drying out falls

Throughout hot days

Shining grays dull

Sluiceways no longer noisy

*

Icy cascade

Snow pack made fluid

Rocks fade under flow

Landing below

Where slow trickle brings new life.

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(A Yadu Poem)

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