You are born each spring

as the ice acquiesces to the sun.

For weeks, maybe a month

you are as smooth and

pure as new skin.


Adolescence starts in June

when the lily pads start

experimenting with independence, and

suddenly you bloom into fullness

as the reeds tower along your shores

for a time of glory.


In autumn, you start to surrender

to the cooling conditions, and

age slows you into softening; reflection;

as preparations for the stillness

of winter take priority.


Then one day it comes with the frost,  

all at once your wisdom becoming

something else entirely,

until it is time, again,

to be born anew.

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