The Seasons of Gloucester

The Seasons of Gloucester

The sun turns with the tide

And time touches the island

To burn the spring with

Summer sun

Until autumn leaves do fall

And in vibrant color

That reflect the last warmth

Before overtaken by frost

In the deep blanketing white

Yet through each storm

We know it will be warmer

When the gentleness of spring

Decides to sprout again

Welcoming back the Sun.

Winter Winddown

Winter Winddown

Airs crowds with dark grey clouds
The sky droops heavy, close to earth
And opens up upon our heads
Starting social hibernation

Freeze human activity
And frost around the locker door knobs
That seal in the warm slow breaths
Of those who sleep inside

The Fall of Gloucester

The Fall of Gloucester

Auburn maple leaves fall down

Swept from beach by briny waves

Or else be blown from the sand

And drift back to the dirt

And brisk winds  walk them on the pavement

Stinging  breezes whip around

And Steal the heat from our cheeks

But loan them rosy color

And soon the world descends to white

Already vibrant summer dies

And we are not in vivid color

But that changes with the tide

Of Sea to See

Of Sea to See

Through the years and winters past
His grandfather and his too
Fed their family from the sea
Throwing themselves to the ocean deep

By strength of backs and sweat of brows
Even as your fingers freeze
Men always go out again
To share what life the sea brings

Nowadays the harbor feeds
Off fish who stay and stare
And we don't win by great sea battle
But profit from it's beauty

Geography

Geography

Around the tree roots

And granite rocks

The roads wind round

From house to home

And dispute communal breaks

We’re connected by the bridge

And we opt for the close relation

Of the island isolation

Salt Water Cauldron

Salt Water Cauldron

Each creek winds back to the beach

And combine in the deep brine

Of the ocean, the mixing pool

And it holds our island

And we run from shore to shore

Barefoot on the barnacles

And are shared blood too shall pool

Out into the ocean

Time of Seasons Haikus

Time of Seasons

The sand washes out

summer after summer day

counting the times past

The sky is dark

The nights goes on forever

Time to hibernate.

The City's Vultures

The City's Vultures

The sky full of sea vultures

And they circle the beach

Calling out accented

To their prey of fish and french fries.

Glosta Voices

Glosta Voices

Yes we know we speak different

We act differently, we eat differently

The islandness makes us different

But only in your eyes.

We think we speak the same

We eat the same, we live the same

Our Island means family

And here we are one.

City lost in the Sea

City lost in the Sea

Here we float in the fishbowl

A glass orb lost at sea

Gaping at each other

Cause there’s nothing new to see.

Dark Clouds of Summer Paradise

Dark Clouds of Summer Paradise

Overcome the dark clouds

Full of ice to blot out the sun

They steal our light away

They soak us on the once summer sands

Goodbye to what once was

Welcome what is to be

In our world of frostbite

A light is lit by friends, neighbors, and family

The Bridge makes us a World

The Bridge makes us a World

We are connected by a bridge

Not to the inland, to the island

And the comfy isolation

Of the townies city

And now there are even more stores

What would you ever leave for

The soft hot sand to the cold sharp snow

Hold you here as a home

Of The Ocean to the City Series of Haikus

Of the Ocean to the City

Sitting on the Rocks

Oceans pulse through granite veins

Gives our island life.

Out in the Ocean

Prosperity washes up

Making our beach town.