H2O

Niagara Falls

in winter;

frozen

heart hangs

in suspense.

Clinging to

the former,

water pours out

in past tense.

Rain-kissed

in golden hours;

desert dust

that’s

diamond-drenched.

Sugar

in the raw,

turns sour sweet

like fruit,

condensed.

Sea and shoreline

coexist;

joy lapped

by sorrow’s tides

and clouds

(we all are but a mist)

of all the tears

love cried.