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