First light bore the wiling of winter’s mist
Morning’s abounding of gauzy moorage
All but silent save for the gentle groan
Of boats in the nudge of their fingerfloat
Companion’s slight weave on ruffled waters
Mastheads towering as tallgrass spindles
A loan crow’s vigil on power lines hung
In lofty suspension from pole to pole
Waves tumble ashore from a newborn sea
Tide’s wake in the rise, rejuvenation
Fishermen clamber, spirits in the mist
Gillnetters await their hurried boarding
Brown-speckled seagulls in rooftop chatter
Fragment the silence of dawn’s arrival
In the distance a lighthouse fog horn sounds
First vessel Chimera plies the channel
© Don MacIver 2013; All Rights Reserved
Love this Don, anything of your’s with the sea in it is wonderful in this womans soul…….
Thank you so much Racheal! It feels so good to get back to writing after weeks of distraction elsewhere! Hugs