Falling

A mood poem today, to capture the feel of weather and place, as the holidaymakers go home, the wind and rain arrive, and the spring tides beat at the sea walls.

Falling

Leaves falling, time of decay
Autumnal: gales and much rain
And cloudy skies, and colder day
And last threshing of the grain

Beaches, windswept and so bare
Dog walkers wear winter coats
Out of season: all empty, spare
And on the sea, few sailing boats

The tide is high, and hitting hard
The sea rolls in, the spray flies high
Waves breaking on promenade
A solitary gull, a mournful cry

Falling into winter, weaker sun
And shortening days have begun