Acharn Falls

Wrapped by the land 

We were guided by the roar

Of water scouring through the gorge.

Above us a veil of green

Shimmered with light

In the gentle breeze.

Moss covered roots

Like fingers questing,

Rippled down the slopes.

Drawn onwards we walked.

Seekers of magic from a stress filled world.

Clambering over rounded boulders

To reach waters edge.

Like iced tea over my outstretched hands.

Face and hands bathed in coolness

I turned, clambered once more

To sit by water’s roar.

Then once more we quested on

And magic’s promise found

Hidden by tree and boulder

Cauldron and pool we found

Stirred by falling thunder.

Rusted beech leaf fell 

Floating down to cauldron’s bowl.

Caught, swept round, tossed, pounded.

Freedom found, swept down.

Life’s trials mirrored

Released we float until

Tossed once more.

Float and absorb the view.