Sea Fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

‘Sea Fever’

by John Masefield

This poem by John Masefield has been one of my favourites since I was a child. The words just speak to that part of my soul that is held forever in thrall by the sea.  Because although it is ever-changing, yet it is also always constant – a blue ribbon on all my horizons.

Is it just my imagination or does the sea look more blue in spring than in summer?