Poem Category: Windjammers

Sunlit windjammer…
her captain
if I loved all the wild seas.

Windjammer fog
back to my childhood
seeing a ghost.

Strolling onto work
past all the pleasure yachts
to our old windjammer.

Windjammer
leaning back to guess
the height of her crow’s-nest.

Full white sails
the moon will not let
the windjammer free.

garden shadows
tossing the sparrow hops
hand to hand.

I stop our motor
to let it past …
the windjammer sails.

The city swelters
across the windjammer deck
a sea breeze that cools.

Winter light
the windjammer stripped bare
tied to her wharf.

Gentle breeze
grazing on the sea
a moonlit windjammer.