“sunrise over the golden gate”

Mist lifts from Marin’s hills, a pearled embrace,  
While pillowed fog still snugs the ocean's skin;  
A hush of violet hushes night’s swift pace—  
The city waits, breath caught, new day to begin.  

Beyond the spires, the bridge, with diamonds laced,  
Arches her red-gold grace from shore to shore—  
A gate for dawn, for dreams as yet unchased,  
Her towers bold, beacons for evermore.  

First blush of sun ignites the cables’ thread,  
Bronzed lattices aglow in trembling light;  
Seabirds bear witness, wings dipped in rose-red,  
Slicing the hush of yesterday’s retreat.  

From wharf to winding Presidio it spills  
A river of brightness, pure and cold and true.  
Sunrise over the Golden Gate distills  
The promise: something beautiful and new.

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