Poem Category: Windjammers

the fog lifts
watching a drop’s measure
until it must fall.

Early bird
becoming day
the worm pulls back.

Windjammer sails
pregnant
with the storm.

Windjammer deck
the cat curls tighter
in the winter sun.

Windjammer
tending your tall sails
sailors drown.

laundry door
children leaving years
scratched in the paint.

How ancient
are the forests shaped
to give me breath.

Windjammer sails
the sounds of a shanty
sung by the crew.

Light-house beam
returns to the windjammer
caressing her.

Limp, rain, soaked
windjammer, moored
to the old wood wharf.