The wind from the West
The wind from the West
Dances and skips
Caresses the waves
On a South Wexford beach.
September has served us
And how we shall miss her!
October stands knocking
Unsure whether to enter.
The summer birds leaving
Making space for the sea gulls
Squawking and calling
Above the waves’ chorus.
The heat is escaping
To far southern shores
Six months now confront us
And perhaps a few more.
The Winter seems longer
As our years roll before us
As our days pass in numbers
As the hours become shorter.
The seasons mirror life
Once carefree and vibrant
Now measured and fretful
Ahead of the Winter.
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