Headlong
Past waterfalls where spume and froth and water vapor cloud
All sense and rationality with which we are endowed
We plunge and splash, quite reckless, blind—drift to the very brink,
Oblivious that in the silver spray’s a dangerous drink
And in the mottled blues and greens’ wild currents, deep ahead,
Adventure’s treasures all await—if we don’t end up dead.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Love it…where’d you take the photos?
San Antonio (some very tame/tamed water on the riverwalk, so I guess they give the lie to the text, at least in my case! 🙂
Beautiful photographs, and lovely poem with that Kathryn signature twist at the end! XO
🙂
xoxo!
I can just hear the water flowing and it’s very soothing…lovely poem and I agree with Diane, what a twist at the end, my friend! And gorgeous photos! Big hugs!
What can I say, darlin’, I’m twisted! 😉
Great big hugs right back!
Twisted in a good way, though! 🙂 Hugs!
Tee! Hee! You’re a clever, little poet, are you not?
I’m working on it! Maybe someday when (IF) I grow up! 😉