Canadian Kanu: a North American Poetry Form - 5

a Wind at Dusk

by Jack


A soft breeze
Billows from the sea,
Setting stark sails a-flutter,
A presence on me:
Such a tease.

Gray, white gulls
Flit on waves of air,
Their calls a laughing echo,
Homeward bound, and there
The sound lulls.

It dies, too,
That breeze which carried
And caressed the world all ‘round.
Thoughts left unferried,
Still as dew.

The End

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