Poem by Rufus Collinson


Ten Pound Island, Gloucester Harbor by Laurel Tarantino January, 2015

Sea Smoke

We awaken in the cold this morning

to find that the sea has become enchanted

and is rising to the sky.

Gulls shine all prismy within the mist

and ultimately lift up too,

wings becoming light.

Everything is rising.

Even on the hardest day,

there is transformation.

 ~ Rufus Collinson


Ruthanne (Rufus) Collinson has lived and loved in Gloucester all of her life. She worked for 25 years as Director of Publications for Project Adventure and served as Gloucester’s poet laureate for four years  (2009-2013).



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