What this wild elixir, flown, delivers
By plunging from the heights to break below,
What icy, fearsome, awe-inspiring rivers
Will do to quench my spirit, I don’t know–
Except I look from indigo abysses
And faintly, I discern in blinding mist
What splendid existential bathing this is
That leaves me breathless, battered, cleansed and kissed–
What sense is left when all the course has thundered
And crashed over my head and hands and heart
Keeps in its wake the beauty left unsundered,
A seed to germinate and grant a start–
For nothing’s as renewing as a shower:
Hi Kathryn! This gave me a big smile on our grey wintry morning! And your photographs are stunning! Who wouldnt feel cleansed simply by watching these?!
The pictures are of Snoqualmie Falls (not far from Seattle), and they do indeed leave me feeling renewed every time I get the chance to visit them. I’m so happy if I can give you a smile, whatever the weather. Hugs to you!
Absolutely invigorating choice of words to go along with your delightful photography which, by the way, I so look forward to! Thank you.
Thank *you*, Kay! I’m delighted you enjoyed the post and the photos. As I said to Christine, the pictures are from Snoqualmie Falls, and every visit there is truly invigorating.
Wonderous words and photographs, Kathryn! XO
May they shower you with hope and good cheer. 🙂
xoxo