Winter:

It's cold walking on the beach,
the sea is grey, ominous
dashing and crashing on the rocks,
it's cold.

Spring:

The boardwalk is still deserted,
drops of rain tickle the ocean,
there's someone working on his boat
thinking of summer.

Summer:

The beach is crowded,
kids splashing, riding the waves, laughing,
the water is blue/green shimmering in the sun,
free spirited.

Autumn:

Again, quiet calm on beach and boards,
the ocean is backdrop for the golden hues,
serene, a little lonely,
never ending.

 © Gilda Kreuter

Published Atlantic Highlands Herald
3 March 2005

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