Poem Category: Windjammers

Light-house beam
returns to the windjammer
caressing her.

Windjammer sails
the sounds of a shanty
sung by the crew.

How ancient
are the forests shaped
to give me breath.

laundry door
children leaving years
scratched in the paint.

Windjammer
all the stars out
all the sails out.

Windjammer
tending your tall sails
sailors drown.

Windjammer deck
the cat curls tighter
in the winter sun.

Windjammer sails
pregnant
with the storm.

Early bird
becoming day
the worm pulls back.

the fog lifts
watching a drop’s measure
until it must fall.