as much as i admire the blue / green of the sea,
and the white froth of waves even far out into sea,
with incisions by a boat making
                        these froths more pronounced,
i too admire the autumnal observation,
on a park bench,
watching dead leaves parachute off the trees
onto the vibrant green pitch,
and compare the dead brown of leaves
                          to the white froths of waves...
on the seemingly endless sea of green.