There's lightness to the sky
In the rising east
And I am thinking about love
And how my moorland oak
Has let go her leaves
Blown away
Like little secrets
On the gale
She is the gallant ship
Weathered, left in rags
In her peaceful harbour
Waiting for the storms to pass
Another year races by
Like the wild wind,
Soon she will be sailing
In her earliest green
Singing to the spring
And smiling
#poetry 

 There is nothing quite like longing for a sail boat to be ready for the season.