A soft blue-gray fog on a cold silent lake
dancing along as the day starts to break
a small private cove out there barely a blur
holds stories and secrets untold and secure
with fall-colored trees proudly rising beyond
the edge of this remnant, this oversized pond
trees capped by an orange-colored hue
blending into the palest of blue
a smile on old tired face
would not look at all out of place
lost in a bit of pure bliss
praising fine moments like this
found in the sweet peace adorning
my American morning