Mylor In Winter Poem by Gerard Heathcote

The sun tracks a shallow arc
Across a winters sky
A day of long shadows
And no boats passing by
Blue stolen from a summers day
From horizon to edge of the bay

Shimmering glass holds
The river peaceful and calm
Afternoon strollers hand in hand
Kick pebbles across the golden sand
Loves’ warm and tender for all to see
Lets snuggle close just you and me

Pontoons gently bob up and down
A wobbly walkway miles from town
Hold tight she cries don’t let me slip
The water beckons an ambulance trip
Sea legs gained and panic retreat
Her hero’s heart missed a beat

Like dominoes laid end to end
Big and small boats round every bend
River craft and ocean tugs
Old wooden boats eaten by bugs
Mine is there dolphins the name
Will she like the sailing game.

My cabin will warm with engine fire
The sailing skills she’ll admire
The river’s dark and icy cold
Your hand seeks mine to stroke and hold
We can’t set sail on winter’s day
I hope till summer you will stay

As the engine warms our space
And rumbles gently slowly paced
I quietly loose my conscious mind
And feel your spirit close behind
I feel the need to whisper clear
I wish you were really here