From the Window of the Train
Everywhere I look for hours
from the window of the train,
I see her gushing beauty
roaring down unstoppable.
Everywhere I look,
frothy ribbons of water
sail rushing down the mountains
with a mighty glee of life.
And in the steep and narrow gorges,
wet cascades of lacy power,
the freshest water in the world,
mix
with fjords of the salty sea,
with fingers that reach desirous,
deep
into the craggy land of Norway.
©Susa Silvermarie 2023
Though I have never seen what you describe, I feel it through your words. A refreshing scene living in the he high desert here!