Sea Breeze

A September wind blusters through the window
Soft yet, and smelling sweet
Of late summer grasses,
Not yet the sharp bitterness
Of the cold to come.

Standing in the wind
Buffeted about
I feel akin to a ship’s mast
Soaring above the water
On a starry night.

Cassiopeia hangs in the black velvet above
The rustling trees could be the undulating waves
Out on the sea
Open and free
The cares float away
And I breathe once more.

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