The fall days are over now,
I stare at the cold blue water,
Waiting for summer to come home,
Watching the blue sky hanging overhead,
Yet it continues to sit there,
Now a relic of the previous fall,
It's body within clear blue waves,
Gracefully diving beneath blue water,
Now but a representive piece,
Tainted from its original beauty.
This round vessel makes mockery,
Sitting on my porch, how dare you Swan Guord?!?!