As Morning greets me on the Bay

As Morning greets me on the Bay

A whistle cries and lines are drawn
    a seagull and the boats are out
Now hollow footsteps on the dock
    a running boy and then a shout

A steamy morning mist lies down
    to hover on the distant sand
One liquid desert moves about
    one motionless upon the land

I crack the wooden window up
    Invite the morning in for tea
A million freezing sparks of life
    yet room for lingering night to flee

And then in stillness as in wait
    the Coast anticipates the day
for on the sea approaching Greece
    Sun rises, speeds again to save

And on the shore in fading laps
    goodbyes to seaweed for the day
A weakened tide leaves salty tracks
    as morning greets me on the bay