Heart Of The Matter
Out Of Season
So strange, being here,
This time of year,
A seaside town,
Devoid of cheer,
No ferris wheel,
No paddling pool,
No circus clown,
To play the fool,
Redundant now,
The wishing well,
The copper coins,
With tales to tell,
Like tarnished hopes,
And verdigris,
Forgotten now,
The summer breeze.
Replaced by winter's,
Icy chill,
The busy harbour,
Now so still,
The sea now calm,
Soft and serene,
And twinkling cold,
November scene,
The quiet waves,
Still lap the shore,
A yellow sun goes down,
Once more,
As darkness falls,
Mid afternoon,
Sun's superceded,
By the moon.
This time of year,
A seaside town,
Devoid of cheer,
No ferris wheel,
No paddling pool,
No circus clown,
To play the fool,
Redundant now,
The wishing well,
The copper coins,
With tales to tell,
Like tarnished hopes,
And verdigris,
Forgotten now,
The summer breeze.
Replaced by winter's,
Icy chill,
The busy harbour,
Now so still,
The sea now calm,
Soft and serene,
And twinkling cold,
November scene,
The quiet waves,
Still lap the shore,
A yellow sun goes down,
Once more,
As darkness falls,
Mid afternoon,
Sun's superceded,
By the moon.
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Out Of Season
Out Of Season
