The Harbor

Swiftly the winter days
Rinse their glum

At the harbor
Spring will soon be here
In bloom

Drunk in love
With loving
Stringing metaphors
I am

Silvery water
Turns into mirror
Shining holds the image
Of the sky

Anticipating sweetness
I see the seagulls
Twirling and dancing Above

The lone boat glides
With the lone rower
Across the silky waters
Good bye…