Winter at the Beach

Grayer skies than artists paint
Fill the sea with woes
Except for foam six wide waves deep
As white as mountain snows.

The muffled roar of tide and surf
Behind the looking pane
Is heard above the splashing sky
Unleashing heavy rain.
               
Those creepy waves look menancing
When lined up row on row
To eat the sandy beach for sport
As rain now turns to snow.

No children play with sand or pail
No lovers walk alone.
The cold and gray prepare the days
For them to know, anon. Anon.