When Wells Run Dry
The first time this trail was found
Was because I got turned around.
Too soon to go home, decided to roam,
Keeping tired feet to the ground.
Unprepared – what’s new?
Elevation grew
And at then trail’s end
Wow – what a view!
So early, one morn
Before the crowds bore
Their way to pack the quiet repose
Determined, was I, for that view once more.
Temperatures high
No clouds in the sky,
I probably already knew –
This time around, the falls was dry
Fine, I’ll wait until spring, after snow.

I’ll pray that that spring returns. Loved the picture and the poem. Tweeted.
good one T. and here’s to hoping next spring we get some water! 🙂