Forgotten beach

Ghosts of
families, swimmers play;
surfer's prints abound;
dune bug tracks,
seek memory tracts
driving Winter round.
For Summers on
a seasoned break,
a well earned
holi-day.
Just as peoples
whom once did
populate the bay.
Away far from
the Winter's chill,
far from the
bone cold;
sleeping tight,
dreaming bright
for the day
Winter's
gone away.