Window Poem

A rocky cliff hit by azure tides below

An open window sill shutter letting the sweet breeze through

A ship rocks gently below, to and fro in the control of the soft gust, wading in the wind

I always love reading on the sill

I love the flower fuchsia branches waving by the window.

Far, far away, by the cliff sides in tropical spring air, I can see a nearing ship Just barely, I can find the strange sails above the sea.