Poem Category: Windjammers

garden shadows
tossing the sparrow hops
hand to hand.

Full white sails
the moon will not let
the windjammer free.

Windjammer
leaning back to guess
the height of her crow’s-nest.

Strolling onto work
past all the pleasure yachts
to our old windjammer.

Windjammer fog
back to my childhood
seeing a ghost.

Sunlit windjammer…
her captain
if I loved all the wild seas.

streaks of dawn
catching the lilac bush
then colouring it.

Up the windjammer wharf
one leathered salty sailor
then another.

Windjammer sails
I pull up frozen
to the rope ladder.

Windjammer
flapping sails, she turns
to the light out of dawn.