Wintertime

Winter is upon us now summertime has passed
The fairground stands stark and empty daylights fading fast
Frosty wind wails and moans beats around this town
Winter chill bites through to the bone snow lay on the ground
The salty scent hangs in the air briny sands lay brown and bare
Just some kelp and driftwood there washed up on the shore
The beaches have deserted the multitude as gone
A mass migration with the turning of the tide
A stillness hovers in the air haunted by the sky
Clings to a memory of a summer that’s gone by
Where one time people filled the pier in a lazy heated atmosphere
Just like a dream, they disappear when winter comes around