By Susan Thompson


It’s quiet out here in February

The light on the water is glassy

Smooth as a mirror

Listen intently

You can hear the hum of a faraway boat

But there is no sign of it

Just a line where the sea meets the sky

You are left with the glassy, smooth surface

Your reflection barely visible

It’s quiet out here in February


Susan Thompson lives in Oak Bluffs, and enjoys reading and writing poetry, particularly in the off-season when the Island is quiet.

Welcome back to the Poet’s Corner. In case you need an idea for a new poem, love poems are welcomed for February. Please submit poems to ldroosevelt@gmail.com.