Unexpected visitors
Sunrise on wing tips
Open seas with open heart
Joy in small pleasures.
Reaching the point of no return
Ice forming on top
Too early to say goodbye
To here and summer.
Waking up to the dawn
Sitting on the bridge
Feeling so much tenderness
Nature does not care.
When everything closes in
I step out for air
My eyes and thoughts do wander
Special type of blue.
Moving through northern waters
Watching for icebergs
There’s a stillness in his gaze
Waiting quietly.
Faced with old prejudices
My blind spot alights
Sunset behind bank of fog
Not time to cower.
Reminiscing
Something about tugs
Brings me back to my childhood
They are like a friend.
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