Sunset Sailing

 

 

Windward slips the schooner, passengers on the bow.

Sun glistens on the water, reflects, turns pink skin brown.

 

Regal masts, like great oaks, stately, straight they stand.

Canvass sails hug the wind. Push the schooner toward land.

 

With practised ease, she's docked, starboard, at the pier.

Sun kissed passengers disembarked, nonchalant and cavalier.

 

A feast waits under a striped canopy,

Fine wine, aged cheese and rum.

Thus ends a glorious day,

of sailing in the sun.

 

Lady A