Lake Alone

Ripples circling
as a leaf touches the surface.
Gently, water waves at

the trailing Willows who gaze
as ducks
paddle by, then

open mouthed gold
fish bob to the surface and
in a shimmer fade away

between pink petals that protrude
from pads,
flat and green.

Squirrels scamper above the water
skittering up
the spiralled tree tops,

through which canopy
plump droplets patter and
slide down grass blades.

But on this battered old bench
tainted with green
I sit alone.