The Falls

Smell the green
in this sleave of trees,
branches unravelling
towards the light.
Catch the glint of silver
where quickening waters
pour into well pools
between tumbled boulders.
Taste the drizzle of spray
from streams flattening
grasses against damp stone.

Now withdraw
to trail through
cracked limbed beech
and sycamore,
treading starry mosses underfoot.

Watch
Wait,
in the still morning,
for the soft step
of a pregnant doe
seeking healing waters
for her wounds.
Exhausted from the chase
she founders
submerged in the forest
by the surging falls.

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