The water is almost never blue
Unless the sky is blue
And even then, it rolls or ripples
Something dark below
Mysterious lake
Sunrise it is slate gray
with a ribbon of pinkish orange
Sunset it is purplish pink
with wispy clouds reflecting
In the glass
Until a skiff makes ripples
Black lines draw out
Like a sand dune
an hour glass
Marking time
The water is every shade of green
Trees and leaves and things
of land
In fall oranges, reds where the maples and oaks
sit close to shore
The water is white
Foaming caps
Spitting poison
The water is blue
Well, this time it’s blue
with peaks of breezy mountains
a topographic map with stars overlaid
Sparkling sparkling sparkling