Frozen Falls

The snow covered path
rises and turns
beneath our feet.
A crow follows and leads.
From ponderosa to ponderosa,
it keeps track of our trek.

Silence staggers,
when we listen
for the sound of the falls.
The crow lands
on the final rise
in the trail,
to monitor our ascent.
Caw! Caw! Caw!

It flies to the top
of Memorial Falls,
and points out the obvious.
Again and again
the crow screams
while it stands atop
the sarcophagus of water
trapped in flight.