Catawba Falls

Water from heights a danger to climb,

Cautioned against the climb

Especially today, cautious under the rain 

Of leaves fearing the fall,

Fluttering wings off butterflies

Dancing their last flight down— 

Falling in pairs,

Better lift that way---

Maybe this is why the waters weep, 

Crying a hole in the old

Stone wall serving no purpose now,

A wall that Nature didn’t make 

 

Yields a chasm

For water to finish its course,

Cheeks wet under floating leaves 

Golden leaf boats riding current speed,

Others red dark spots that vanish

Down the clear, cold stream. 

                                                                            October, 2012