Ripples Upon the Lake

Ripples upon the lake
Head towards me
Blown by a steady wind
Blue green water isn’t uniform in color
Some parts bluer
Some parts greener
Some parts streaked
As if stretch marks
Upon watery skin
Is this the signs of age
A lake can show
From winters freezing her skin
Expanding beyond reason
Contracting in spring
Only to be repeated
Once again next fall
This old lake
Has seen many things
Grown old
Grown weary
As time marches on

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