On Tankerton Slopes

It blows a gale on Tankerton Slopes,
Litter swirling in its wake
Boarded up ice cream and tea shop
stand deserted on the green
-The season not yet begun.

Kites section grey overcast skies,
Long tails flowing and twisting.
Dancing like Chinese dragons
they plummet earthward-full speed,
-quickly turnand soar up high.

Rough seas grey and cold,
Surging foam covered peaks,
Constant pounding of waves,
Water forced upon the sea wall
returning makes the shingle sing.

Lone sailboard speeds effortlessly,
Mast flexing in the strong wind.
Rubber clad sailor clings on,
Gritted teeth and sea-sprayed face
-enjoyment hidden deep within.

Yorkshire Terrier struggles windward,
Hair plastered from it's face.
Turns suddenly, and disappears
in a frenzied ball of fur.
-features now hidden.

Gloved hand holds gloved hand
oblivious to the elements,
Enjoy the solitary slopes
until summer brings the hoards
to picnic, swim and play.