Ships are homing in for winter harbor <br />Now the sun is past its evening glow <br />Far in northern reaches where there's naught <br />Save endless ice and glaciers and snow. <br /> <br />That great red ball sinks fast 'neath heavy sky, <br />Rests briefly then retreats into the mist. <br />When the clouds cast wide their feathered wings <br />Land and sea become their haziest <br /> <br />The dim light hiding them in such a way <br />Their captains cannot see the icebergs' ends <br />Nor where the earth and sea together lie; <br />All is obscure and all in air suspends. <br /> <br />Like floating phantom ships, they put to sea <br />Their ghostly forms adrift in salty main <br />And sometimes in the ocean's vast extremes <br />Are swallowed up and never seen again.<br /><br />Kate Wiley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ships-of-the-ocean-mist/
