Poem Category: Windjammers

Pub closed
the old windjammer sailor
finds his legs unsteady.

Rain forest
between the Pines
highways of silk.

Under glass
the windjammer’s log book
inked with history.

Windjammer
how the dawn breeze
fills her orange sails.

Pregnant with sails
the windjammer rolls in
on the harbour’s swell.

Windjammer helm
enough rain in the breeze
to bring the smells of canvas.

Sunday evening
after the garage sale
missing the book on Zen.

Clouds rush
a sudden moon
betrays our tryst.

Windjammer
from a refit
all her stories to retell.

Windjammer passing
a sudden whisper
from its breeze.