Tides of Time

The Still calm waters of mornings first light,
the fog slowly rises and disipates skyward
revealing the beauty of fall,
the multitude of geese floating across the liquid glass of the hidden lake is
my private sanctuary where no one can bother me,
the muted colors of the trees not quite as vibrant at this hour hour,
but slowly
there beauty shall be revealed, that which is like a butterfly bursting from its cocoon
another season of life will come to a close while another one begins,
this great circle that we live in is constantly changing,
just as the tides have throughout time.