Waterfalls Ambleside Poem by peter rodenby

Rhythmic tapping of shoes
Ascending a hillside pathway
Following a sheep ragged track
But seeming like impenetrable steps
To a sacred heart.
Unexpected wind wriggles free
Reaching, probing a weakness.
A tree sways, creaking musically,
A forgotten oboe tune.
A hint of snow
Comes from the mountains
A fine white dust
Slipping between
The bare twig bark
Hungry naked arms,
Stretching out towards the sky
Quiver in expectation.

An almost imperceptible drone
Follows the gurgle
Of a turquoise stream.
But slowly lazily,
The drone becomes audible
And the overture begins..
Water music bursts forth,
Shaking air
In a tumultuous explosion.
A cataract shaped like women’s thighs.
A torrent divided gushing down
Twenty feet,
Emerging into foam.
Spattering on rocks below
In the damp, restless air of the fall.