Reflection In A Window

Reflection in a Window The bay is steel gray leaden today five conifers stand ceremonial guard, but the mountain, on the other shore, has disappeared. The horizon is near, only ten minutes way, and beyond there is more sea. Slow moving lead waiting to be melted by by the sun and turned into spring sea where bathers will come swim nude and forget about their troubles… till autumn calls and dolphins stop playing alongside ships, where seamen stand by its railing and dreams of home and yesterday´s landfall.