Autumn on the Water

Cool breezes over me flow;Choppy waves dance below.I sit in a bright blue cradle, floatingFree 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,