Remote, solitary, seized  <<-- what is seized by the the tranquil stillness (and I'm still not convinced seized is a good word to describe tranquil stillness)?
by the tranquil stillness
of a forest pond,
the isolation perceived
in the hypnotic sheen
of blue green reflections,
on closer inspection,
more than illusion

On closer inspection,
the isolation perceived
in the hypnotic sheen
of blue-green reflections,
is merely illusion.

Neither permanent,
nor passing, the pond,
everchanging is everchanging yet tangible,
awash with life, easily overlooked   
the toss of a pebble
meaningless,
swallowed whole, the tremble
of outward going ripples
finish, without leaving a mark,

Unlike other living things,
not missed, as an awe inspiring,  <<--you are missing a noun and verb here.  Saying unlike..... sets up an expectation that you don't carry through.... eg.  Unlike other living things not missed, nature hides beneath a languid mist that lifts as a cloak...
languid mist that lifts as a cloak,
revealing a gentle, bunch of rushes
banded  together, open and fold back
as a curtain, the subtle movement
beginning a show,
the introduction,   
of a brood of fuzzy ducklings
trailing after their mother,   

Or the two combatants,
bedecked in full body armor
engaged in a battle
to occupy the top of a rock,
the slow progression, comic,
in slow motion, the competition
as the falling off humiliation,
for one turtle, too tiresome,
as it swims off
to heal bloodless wounds,  <<--again, here you have a long, complex and convoluted sentence.



The watercolor scene
perfect waterlilies,
the stretch of cool green
as white, an open invitation,  <<-- if the waterlilies are green, what is white?
as a tiny frog  <<--you use "as" quite a lot
climbs aboard on clumsy feet,
crouched compactly, to bask in the heat,
hooded eyes, close, as it drifts
softly into sleep
to dream tiny frog dreams,

As a riotous bounce of color,
a host of butterflies,
flutter, vividly,
a riotous bounce of colour,
living fireworks, that suspend
midair, in noiseless bursts,
spellbinding, just the same,
as wordless, as memorable
a performance, as any,

As In the leap of excitement
before a kiss,
wind parts leaves
as doves breathe and coo
gentle love words to one another <<--comma
as a slow rush-hush builds,
a tall and stoic blue heron
shifts its dignified head
to witness
unwedded bliss,

The forest pond
glazes over with fatigue
the thrum of activity, slows,
flanked by long shadows,
the afternoon narrows
to a close,

A drangonfly whirrs
overhead diving with the hum
of a dozen whispers
eager for repose,
it descends
into silence,

As I,
turn to follow
my own shadow,
taller than some,
smaller than most,

The pond, remains,
my presence, as my exit
of no consequence,
my passing, goes by,
without a ripple