Poem Category: Windjammers

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.

Windjammer storm
entangled
all hands in the sails.

in the closed fog
new- born lambs calling,
calling from the whiteness.

A windjammer tour
kids below deck
in their ‘Arrhh’ pirate talk.

Windjammer
wearing her sails out
in the moonlight.

Dawn wakes …
the windjammer sails
flapping her creases out.

Windjammer anchor
I find its start to rust
in the rose’s bed.