All That Falls

Do you love things that cascade?

Do you adore rain falling in sheets

or over the ledge, splashing clear joy?

Do you love velvet drapes plunging

into a royal red pile on the stage of life?

How about wisteria, how it drenches

spring in ribbons of lush lavender,

how the breathless beauty falls

through cracks, over fences,

how it softens the edges of anything?

Then there is the matter of the knees.

Slowly, willingly they descend

into the dark depths when all

is lost, or seems to be.

What falls calls you

unfastens you

opens you.

With time, lifts you.


Written By Terri Crosby

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