Stepping into the lake at early morning
No other bather and no boat,
No bird but lake silence.
Stepping into the water, the cool water.
Stones and sand beneath my feet.

Ripples, sun-ring ripples ring my legs,
stepping into the lake.
Expanding gentle ripples in early morning sun.
Stepping into the cool water
The sun faint, bright, touching the crests
of the sun-ring ripples.

Stepping into the silent cool water,
ripples advancing before me
spreading out before and after me.
Around me the sun-burnished crests of ripples
Stepping into the darker, deeper water,
Indrawn breath as the cold water
draws me in, stepping off into the cold lake morning water.