A Sudden Waterfall Poem by Terry Dawson

With quiet force along its course the river makes its way;
Its waters ride through channels wide unceasing night and day.
Its stealthy hush now thunderous rush as falling waters lunge
And dazzling white in bright sunlight, the mist-veiled crashing plunge
Where boiling foam comes roiling home down the rocky chasm
Amid the roar I stand in awe of nature's mighty spasm.

Updrafted sprays in curling ways wets all the leafy verge
As water drips from myriad tips where moss and waters merge.
Below, like world forgot, a boiling pot has gouged a mighty pool.
The fall-made pond is hung fronds shading the rippled jewel.
While calming all, the charming call of liquid-throated frog;
Blue butterflies and dragon flies adorn wet gleaming log.
Now as by balm the waters calmed, obtaining grey-green gleam;
With quiet force on level course the currents once more stream.