A/N: For the Dicing Up Poetry Challenge on The Poetry Craze, using the poem: Images, by Heather Burns.
Autumn to Spring I
1. Alone on the Beach
It was no longer summer: the languid time of peace
but when the wind picked up, distrust filled the air
and the crowd vanished, leaving him a solitary figure
on the beach, where the water scraped his feet
and left them bleed
But he couldn't move; winter was coming:
a cold, harsh cruel winter
with blowing biting wind.