Monthly Poem

SEASONS COME AND SEASONS GO

 

The wind howls through the riggings

And yachts bob in the harbour

Waves crash against the sea wall

Foolhardy youths dodge the mighty waves

Autumn has arrived

 

The sea looks glacial grey

It broods in its inky depths

Much colder and the ice will form

Snow already covers the beach

Winter has arrived

 

Everything looks brighter now

A stiff breeze rattles the rigging

And flags stand out horizontal

The sky is blue but there is little warmth

Springtime has arrived

 

The beach is alive with laughing children

And the sea temps the unwary in to swim

Yachts are sailing from the harbour

Their white sails catching the limited breeze

Summer has arrived

 

The sea, a changing, challenging force

The beach, altering position with each tide

The wind and rain and ice and snow

The sun, attracting all and sundry

Seasons come and go

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paul Scrivener