Autumn on the Water

Cool breezes over me flow;
Choppy waves dance below.
I sit in a bright blue cradle, floating
Free as the heron soaring.

Hillsides glow with autumn fire,
Leaves of red, yellow, orange, to the spire.
Soon they will fall,
Revealing bony fingers reaching tall.

I am in autumn’s lee;
What has will never again be.
What will is still ahead;
A mystery, a thrill, a curiosity to be fed.

Paddle slicing dancing jeweled waves,
Keel turning-gentle and brave.
Sunfish rises from depths below
And splashes a hello.

To his hello, À la prochaine;
Goodbye to the water, the heron;
To the moment that was mine,
And onward to what is more than just fine.

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