Winter Falls Poem by Micah Krahn

by Micah Krahn

Deep inside the Scandinavian cascades of silver triumphs.

Where the laughing streams clash upon the soft ripples of serenity.

Haunted by the shallows of the vast harmony which meanders like strung out hair.

Whispers of October stray the thousands of leaves which gently touch the silky waters with such silent symphony.


Riddled with wrath the torrent twists and turns with immediate haste.


Damned into despair this secret phantom of torrential fury writhes with astonishing consequences.

Slashing the laughter of the river, it transforms solitude into the opera of colossal and climactic thunder.


Deep within the Scandinavian masterpiece of perfection, dwell the silver remnants of the winter falls.