Masts wave, through a veil of mist
Bob in the harbor, a mystery kissed
Caught in a swirling, shroud of white
Eerie the spectacle, hovering sight

Fog will lift, when out comes the sun
Later than normal, before mist runs
Back to its place, waiting dark
Leaving shoreline, edged by a park

Sailing boats, retained by moorings
Waiting a moment, to send sails soaring
Head out to sea, relaxing play-time
Stirred by wind, but looking fine

Then back to the harbour, bob and tug
Off ropes at jetties, for safety hug
Making fun scene, whether daytime or night
Allows locals and tourist, to smile in delight

When winter's, eerie mist arrives to coat
Its veil of secrecy, hiding all ropes
Tethered to hold, in numbered rows
Some with a dingy, behind them tow

Whatever the time, sea beauty remains
From ocean to club-house, friendship gains
Those swaying masts, that welcome eyes
That scour a coastline, as sea-lovers sigh......

Crisp and fresh, the climate remains
Off sea breezes, impossible to tame
Yet changes of seasons, time of day
Remind with memories, of sea-goers-play...