Poem Category: All

Transitory rainbow
a sliver of sun
pours on the hills.

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

Windjammer
with mutiny below
the rise of cries and scuffles.

Old windjammer
I find the smells of spices
she holds.

Windjammer
how the dawn breeze
fills her orange sails.

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