A Bay in January

I wanted a light, mood poem, for January, capturing the feel of place, of different times, and of a seaside in winter. There's also a nod to the John Carpenter film "The Fog".

A Bay in January

The mist is rising from the sea
And the Pirates come ashore
Time to hide, or time to flee
Ancient curses of folk lore

A smugglers moon, low tide
Small boats glide into bay
Lantern serves as their guide
Between rocks on inward way

Low tide, dogs walking on sand
Gentle waves that hardly form
On the cliffs, the sea gulls land
Preparing for the winter storm

Our bay in the winter, all delight
Whether in darkness or in light