My breath condenses in morning air,

The suns’ first rays already here,

The river waters warm and clear,

It’s all a sign that autumn’s near.

Warm face in cold makes goggles mist,

Waters smooth, I am blessed,

Passed the bridge, I’m sun kissed,

The first sunrise, I’m blissed.

Yellow speckled are the bank trees,

Riot of colour come on please,

Then the wind, more than a breeze,

This a hint of what, the future sees.

Then it’s time for wetsuit repair,

Dings and scratches, find out where,

To fix it up, black witch is there,

Now hang it up, show you care.

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