Sonnets

Context — Days can feel colored.

19.
Were Tuesday yellow, Wednesday would be gray,
the color heralded and feared of fog,
which nautically could house a harbor quay
with warmth and safety, markets, bars and grog,
or equally lead captains from landfall
back out to waters deep and pulsing storm
that threaten vessels’ safety. Stand a squall
and folks invent and spread new lore, transform
your reputation from mere amateur
into adventurer, the tested lot
whose weathering stripped off the immature,
who’s earned the title scripted on his yacht.
Respect, however, comes not quick nor free,
so Stella soon would face these trials at sea.