Aber Falls Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

It starts high up in the mountains
Coming down as a rivulet
Till it reaches the granite wall
And comes over the lip
Centuries of wearing it away
That have progressed into milleniums
Has smoothed all the once rough edges
And made a curved dip
In spring, just after the snow thaws
It comes down as a roaring torrent
So that people taking photographs
Have to shout to each other
In late summer after the sun
Has evaporated most of the moisture
The water comes down as a very fine veil
As fine as one that might cover
A young bride's face
But whether fast or whether slow
It all finally reaches the bottom
Where it splashes into a rock basin
That forms a deep round pool
The sort that in fantasy tales
That unicorns come, at twilight, to drink from
Then it's over the side of the sink
And down into the river
Where it slowly meanders its' way
Down to the sea.