An October Morning (2/1/12) Poem by Ryan Cole

Ashes spreading through water

swirls of grey upon grey of different shades

In the cool October morning

the living deck beneath, moving with the swell

like the ashes, moving too,

spreading with current and tide

finding its way

Looking to the shore, I see these hills

Lines across the land,

breaking the horizon

etched across my heart

Known so well,

Like I know my name

I know these hills

Like I know the sound of my father's voice

calling my name