June 7



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.


(A Yadu Poem)

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