Poem Category: Windjammers

Old windjammer
I find the smells of spices
she holds.

Windjammer
with mutiny below
the rise of cries and scuffles.

faint breezes
to the apple blossom scents
buzz of the bees.

Transitory rainbow
a sliver of sun
pours on the hills.

Windjammer sails
flecks of salt
flicked to the sun.

Grey harbour
a windjammer rolls in
on the storm.

The fog rolling in
with the fleet
fisherman’s harbour.

Before the windjammer
a path laid
by the moon’s rise.

edge of sight
the thermals reshaping
an eagle’s wings.

Clouds rush
a moon leaps from
the frog pond.