Journey of the seasons
Onward march from one experience to another
Marked by the sun and the moon, leans into the shortening light
Last rays of October sun
Nestled beneath Chief Cliff
Glimmer and dance on a calm bay
Fingers of light lift gently off
Rolling brown grass slopes of Wild Horse Island
Silent marina, less than a dozen sailboats, rest in their slips
Unwinding of another season
Magic of wind, water, and light continues to nurture the soul
Call of the ancient mariner is not easily let go
There is the gentle roll, cadence of waves greeting the far shore
Patterning light, soft, warm
Does not belay the cold air
Ensconced in a down parka, down blanket
I sit in the cockpit of Moon Shadow
Relishing every moment on the water
Even in the harbor
Spirit of the gypsy sailboat speaks freedom
Winsome wanderer of the wind
No limits within