Sunlit Ripples

On the mound down to the lake where lazy fisherman lie.
The streaming autumn afternoon, it´s comfort in the air.
It´s blaze in the sky, reflecting off the sunlit ripples. This was a minutes joy.
Until the rose scented twilight absorbed the day. Peace visited briefly.
These waters sparkle in the middle from the body to the firey trickle. The sun owns it´s surface, but the lake owes it´s glory to the sun.
Palm roots almost touch it´s margins sharing the waters clarity in their leaves.
Few clouds where permitted and so performed with magnificent grace, changing their shapes on the wind like winged acrobats. This was a minutes awe.
As I lay on fresh cut grass and devoured the miracle with my eyes.
I thought of the great art in water and seasons and how the two move together.
Thanks for waking me and making me a witness.