Sunrise Along Shore

Athwart the harbor lingers yet
The ashen gleam of breaking day,
And where the guardian cliffs are set
The noiseless shadows steal away;
But all the winnowed eastern sky
Is flushed with many a tender hue,
And spears of light are smiting through
The ranks where huddled sea-mists fly.

— L.M. Montgomery, author of Anne of Green Gables

This poem is offered as part of our July theme: Ship, Sail, Boat

T. S. Poetry