Leaf shadow

Still looking at leaves. The collection is growing. This acer leaf is shadowed on water and this is a poem about water I wrote last year:

Spate river

Under the watery sun,
Under the char brown moor,
Droplets clinging to winter birch
Far from summer's door.
Ripples kissed by seasons,
Coy as a bridesmaid's blush,
Veiling suitors' weathered stains,
Cleansed by autumn's flush.
Moss-mottled boulders,
Parched over peat-shrinking days,
Haven for stone-fly and caddis,
Migrant wanderer's cradle,
Wet-nursing spring's promise,
Indiscriminate porter of souls,
Dark, impenetrable crucible holes,
Ever the healing spinster,
Ever the skin-chafed wife,
Chattel for time in obeying,
Ordained in the service of life.