Poem Category: Windjammers

Windjammer
flapping sails, she turns
to the light out of dawn.

Windjammer sails
I pull up frozen
to the rope ladder.

Up the windjammer wharf
one leathered salty sailor
then another.

streaks of dawn
catching the lilac bush
then colouring it.

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.