Weathered Hands

Oil on canvas with a golden shellac glaze 60cm x 50cm

Wooden hull, creaks, 

lines are cast, 

In search of treasures, 

deep and vast.

The sea, still cold, 

begins to glow,

In amber light,

the day starts slow.

The fisherman, 

with weathered hands, 

pull in their catch

from secret lands.

The sunrise whispers,

gold and bright

As the sea and sky,

embrace the light.