Winter’s Barren Beach
by Hugh A Tague
Winter has come again
and nothing is quite the same
the sun has all but gone
and the skies are always gray.
Jack Frost’s snow
has enveloped the barren beach
his ferocious wind
whipped up the stormy sea.
Still it’s really quite beautiful
in its own way
each of nature’s seasons
must be given its own day.
Soon the Summer’s sun
shall warm the shore again
the beach no longer barren
it shall fill with family and friends.

Dave Richartz Photography
No beach ever feels barren to my heart, no matter the season. Lovely poem.
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Indeed I agree, and thank you my friend 🙂
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Most welcome.
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