Small expanse of water, utterly still.
Metallic gloss covering the surface.
Reflections from above ground, it distils.
The same, but to upside-down converted.
The nearby river, I see, running high.
Full and high with a current that is swift.
Like diluted green paint flowing on by.
Liquid-mass putting in a busy shift.
Then, on the field beyond there is flooding.
A new, long, lake brought into existence.
When soaked-up, put the mud into muddling.
Now, though, too much for the ground’s resistance.
Water. Green, grey, silvery, metallic.
Active, forceful, or at this lake, static.