Waterfall The leaves are nearly all down or brown at least a rust mosaic of dirt and decay covers the land The bay is wind-whipped and dark empty of boats stark in the grim twilight of fall On the shore in the stall of wind caused by an outcrop of rock we stop beneath the banded sky your hand in mine finding that nothing defines gravity like a waterfall We turn to the sky the clouds are thin and high and the weather grows colder Fl x BL DE Lit