Sitting on the frost-covered dock
since first light this morning,
I've been blessed by nature
snarled oaks on a hill across the river,
the October leaves,warm-colored by weeks
are reflected on the dark blue water surface,
and I see them twice.
In the misted morning twilight,
before I could see the sun above the land,
the colors of my twice-seen
leaves and sky
But now the sun has crested the hill
and the trees behind me,
and my leaves
have come vibrantly to life.
Aware only of the still crispness
of the air and
I feel detached in time and place,
which of the
A wisp of air ripples
the surface of my water and
gives my answer,
The small wavelets disturb nature's
and makes it into a
that will never again
be just the same.
And neither will I!
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