The Empty Reflection

Something I wrote quickly while in my dorm durning the fall.

The empty reflection
Upon the white faced water
Casts time as picturesque
The leave which ripples
The snow glazed glass
Came down from glory
To the coldness below
Just as the black shadow
Appeared
Subtle thoughts manifested
The lonely leaf Sank below
Becoming the dirt
Cradling
Another great eternal mast
Reaching towards Rays
Gently dancing
Among the surface
Of eternal snowy glass