Ripple the surface

November afternoon

Calm end of a rain storm

Air was full of mist

Smooth to distinguish its surface

No longer reflected

Tints of October

Somber November colors of surrounding hills

Gently, the slightest underlations produced

By a ribbed appearance to the reflections

Looking over the surface

A distance a faint glimmer

Skater insects escaped the frosts

Betrayed where a spring welled up

I find myself surrounded

By myriads of rich colors in the green water

Constantly rising to the surface sometimes leaving bubbles

In transparent and seemingly bottomless water

Reflecting clouds seemed to be floating through the air

A kind of flight or hovering all around them

Such schools in the pond

Draw over their their broad skylight

A few raindrops fell there

Approached carelessly, a sudden rippling

As if the water instantly took refuge in the depths

Waves began to run

Leaped much higher than before

Out of the water, at once.

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