Rain
The following poem apeared several years ago in Number One a publication of Volunteer State Community College. New issues of the publication have not appeared since the Covid-19 Pandemic.
Rain Like a love poem that fills the heart to overflowing rain covered the mountain just after the New Year. Murmuring rivulets covered once dry leaves, intersected paths and muddied trails, muddied shoes and trouser legs. I plunged through fecund mud and leaves, became a mud man devoted to sylvan gods. Glen Falls became a roaring torrent, deceived my ears. Thinking it close, I forged ahead. The cascade below the falls became a booming choir. Bases and contraltos reverberated from hickory and oak. I bowed before the splendor, prepared to endure cold days ahead, anticipated Equinox rebirth.
The video above shows Glen Falls after rain. The one below shows the first pool below the falls.
Another poem about Glen Falls appeared in an earlier edition of Crane’s Eye View.
The Story Behind Glen Falls Trail
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The story behind a poem. Glen Falls Trail I climb the limestone stairs through an arch in rock, into the earth’s womb, pass through to a surprise: George loves Lisa painted on a wall. I wonder, did he ever tell her? Did she ever know or think of him?