Sunwashed Isles Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The waves kiss jagged coral rocks
In trade winds salty sprays
My thoughts fly off to distant docks
And hidden tropic cays

The sky now blue now palest gray
Spans endless distant miles
The seagulls screech as if to say
Those corals have their wiles

Oh carry me on wings so white
To frangipani groves
Where rarest birds soar and alight
On orchids in green coves

May I find rest from northern chill
In huts with loin formed tiles
And drink sweet nectars to my fill
On distant sun washed isles.