Harbour Lights Poem by Angela Wybrow

Darkness is descending over the town,
And movement in the Harbour has died right down;
I stand, and watch from my hotel window,
As the Harbour lights begin to glow.

A boat moored close by, sports a string of lights:
Decorative bulbs of blue, red, and white.
I spy guiding lights of red and green,
And bright spotlights illuminate the scene.

The lights are reflected in the waters below:
The darkened waters now doubling their glow.
The waters ripple in the evening breeze,
As the town, and its Harbour, stand at ease.

It's a pleasant sight, and I'm feeling keen
To capture an image of this lovely scene;
I grab my phone, and I take a photo
Of the Harbour lights glorious glow.