Sailing At Dawn Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

Is there a wind coming up today
A whipping breeze a salty spray
The night is breaking see the way
The colors rise from waves to sky
Orange and purple clouds wisp by
Yellow orb rises from deap beneath light
Upward ascending it ends the night
The boat is waiting sails raised tight

It's time to be winging the tide is right
The air is singing with all its might
Pulling the canvas the mornings strain
Loose the sailboat the helmsman aims
For the open ocean and the waves
Out of the Harbors protective grace
With a rolling pitching yawing trace
The Hull heals over in the this windy pace

Pulled by a breeze the wood boat eases
Over green swells the sturdy sloop rises
And falls in rhythm with waters displacement
Tacking and coming about comprises
The fact we are sailing circles in stasis
Not wanting to find any new spaces
Feeling the wind through our hair places
The warmth of the sun on our placid faces