Sunset Gushing Waterfall, Henrhyd, Wales

Rewards of the night falling over the cliff
Cascades of what we are due
Arching down in a rainbow, this Brian May riff
Liquid gold, winking white shades of blue

So Regal, yet slipping and sliding and wet
Bouncing here and there, bubbling in pools
Surrounded by ivy this fast-moving set
The stairs for adventurous fools

And here and there thunder, as torrents leap down
Eric Clapton with rocky percussion
“Yet winking with lines” saidJames Bond, with a frown,
“Shaken, not stirred, nor graphically Russian”.

A cold war of raindrops attacking our grit
Yet stunningly, awesomely pretty
So different a sight, wherever i sit:
A standing ovation of pity.

So happy, so sad, so powerfully soft
These tears of joy swell and then ripple
The clash of the storm interrupted, shy, coughed,
The shock when you’re kissed on the nipple.