I can’t forget any part of it
water tumbled its gush
down the white-lined course
trying to stay in boundaries
of wood and rock
mammoth juts of history
teased my eyes along its busy track
of black so even birds couldn’t land
then a strong curve of power
rushed under the bent branch
spray played along the whole course of it
elbows and all
that was magnificence alone
but only the half of it in that
a snow’s gentle decent began