Poem Category: Windjammers

Windjammer passing
a sudden whisper
from its breeze.

Windjammer
from a refit
all her stories to retell.

Clouds rush
a sudden moon
betrays our tryst.

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

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

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

Windjammer
how the dawn breeze
fills her orange sails.

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

Rain forest
between the Pines
highways of silk.

Pub closed
the old windjammer sailor
finds his legs unsteady.