End of Season

Brave Turnstones beg for crumbs despite their size dogs lapping up the joys of empty beach though Gulls brazenly dive for bigger fries, the old folk keep their meals just out of reach. Far offshore the wind farms wave farewell with hushed applause the waves part company warm breeze now shrugged off as the evening fell sandcastles gobbled up by greedy sea. A deep intake of breath just through the nose, we, like the last line of a favourite song 'ere wistfulness tails us like long shadows, enjoy one final moment, then it's gone. the distant sun puts on a final show for those of us who won't let summer go.