Same old

 This same old view never fails to enchant.

Fish jump before the sun breaks through clouds.

The sun sets golden, like a bowl all over the place.

Days of the quiet reflection, bright, quiet, lovely.

Waves, wind, a creation of its own disquiet.

Hot days where the water invites, cooling.

Fall naked days where it is clear, crisp.

All one in the same, where birds fish, otters play.

This same old hole made for watching change.