A cascade poem for the Daily Post prompt. I know, I use this painting often.
Waves curl green upon the sea,
Foam sprays salt upon the leaves,
I watch the line of night come near.
Setting sun turns red the rose tree,
Crimson stalks the summer wheat sheaves,
It will not light your boat, I fear.
No sail shines out despite my plea,
No boat bobs home to one who grieves,
The ocean keeps one I hold dear.
Still I wait and watch in sorrow,
My last voyage starts tomorrow.