The mottled waters submerged shadows of musty weeds,
A misty perimeter, grass infused, sunk along the willow bush,
Milky dapples of mossy umber reflections of cloudy blue,
Spikes of sunburned grass tippled the water strider’s rings,
As two dragonflies, glinting turquoise on silvery wings
Flitted by the muted navy under bridge boards with wide cracks
Where once my fishing line descended to hook the speckled trout;
And by that bend, once, young legs kicking and splashing sand,
And hands with small peeking frogs from bulrushes, now silent.
Smiling, I see the creek has also stagnated creeping into underbrush,
Now reminiscing my youth playing rippling in the bright reflections.
Knowing age is but soft ripples of memories on a submerged lifespan
As timeless as abiding as youthful play and happiness to last a lifetime,
So choose your youthful play wisely to nurture aging not muted with love.