Oil On Canvas


“Snow Blankets”

The sun falls silently

behind snow blankets

in the harbor where the boats

are hiding form the winter storms.

From fishing fields they’ve brought

their cargos back, of fish, and men,

and hopes of coming home

where warm fires wait,

with porridge, ale, and nights

in cupboard beds, where souls might rest

while storms fade back

and slapping sails can rise

to catch new breezes from the South

that take them out ot cast

their restless Winter nets again,

for minor treasures, waiting, distantly

in kingdoms of the deep.

—Dennis Smith