The bay is steel gray leaden today
five conifers stand ceremonial guard,
but the mountain, on the other shore,
The horizon is near, only ten minutes away,
and beyond there is more sea.
Slow moving lead waiting to be melted
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
where seamen stand by its railing and dreams
of home and yesterday´s landfall.