Moonbow At Bridal Veil Falls, Yosemite

Poem By Val Morehouse

For one moment the falls’ spume lifts
an aerie veil flowing across the trail
like a beautiful woman
trailing draperies, when the

Bow arcs and bends shimmering in
a gauzy wash of light and mist the
moon’s brief kiss
blushes into color.

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