Sometimes
the beauty of the place you love
isn’t as clear as it once was

Sometimes
it’s smoky and muted
isn’t as stunning as you remember it could be

But it’s still beauty.

It’s what you have now
and so you let it wash over you
just the same as it always did

It’s what you have now
and so you let the wild and gentle lake you know so well
steal your heart once again

as she will every year until either you or she is gone.

-RDP