The Fallout from Haul Out
by K. Walters
The day has come (again), the season is escaping;
Boatyards are bustling, hulls need scraping.
The sun sets sooner, the air grows cold;
There are sails to furl, clean and fold.
Leaves fall to the water, gales begin to blow;
Time to offload, clean, repair, and sew.
Flush, fill and drain to winterize;
Close her up tight and release long sighs.
Summer is short, winter so long;
Sailing thoughts play inside me like a song.
There are warm memories now to reap;
Our favorite little ship is ready to sleep.