Autumns Gone. I Give You Winter

Fresher than a summer day Through breath filled air we face the road The tourists all have gone away And frost filled nights their seed have sowed To make the fall days their length erode The beach is ours though not alone White gulls push through storm filled air Then rest on waves peaked high with foam Their world holds neither hope nor care But sky and sea with laissez faire Together, close with cold clasped hands The sharp wind cutting like a knife Two set of footprints in the sand We breathe in the elixir of life And welcome winter with drum and fife