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
With time, lifts you.
Written By Terri Crosby