Pastel palette beach huts
Sun-bleached on the Solent, pebbled sands,
Awaiting summer’s curtain call
The closing of her seasonal demands.
On the morrow, they stand weary
To greet autumn aurora with a smile,
Tip a wink and bid adieu
Their job is done, it’s time to rest awhile.
As nights draw in, these dainty huts
Will feel the pain of bitter seas,
Huddled close to brace the storm
Of midnight’s unforgiving winter freeze.
When tides have turned afresh
And all is calm upon the shores.
As from the east this brand new sun
Will show itself in light and warmth once more.
With dayspring joy arrival
They will bid hello to this new dawn.
A prelude to the summer love
To soothe the pain from winters gone.