Windy as a Morning Scent

From daring morning swim
I see the ocean in a tumult of waves

sharing artifacts from lumbering
crests wandering in contours

to crashing swells then silently away.

Leftovers include a carpet of kelp
like handfuls of moss hurled from the bay

with a side dish of quahogs, crab legs
and stones in captured colour.

In the distance a tidal retreat reveals
itself as blossoming sand dunes.

By the bay
twilight captures silver streaks
in its evening mask

dusk of colour downsized to
clouds of gray.

Inside one fishing village a report
card showers praise, husband’s codfish
catch something else.

Beyond the silence she listens to her
man snore after a meal of good loving

nearby, a son wraps himself in childhood.
Counts her blessings she does: a family.

© Richard L. Provencher