End of season

All that remains

The campsite is empty now:
The caravans and motorhomes are gone,
The tents and awnings are packed away.
All that remains is the sea.

The caravans and motorhomes are gone,
Across the Breton border, the Channel and the Rhine
Full of sand, baguette crumbs, and memories.

The tents and awnings are packed away,
Those magic spaces, homes that vanish so completely
We wonder they were ever there.

All that remains is the sea.
Indifferent to our human tide that flows in May
And, with October and summer’s end, quietly ebbs away.

 

My first attempt at a trimeric: thank you to Ina for inspiring me.

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5 thoughts on “End of season

  1. Hi Nick, this looks great, and you did very good trimeric! 🙂 Thank you for linking me!

    The campsites always look so desolate in Autumn. I like the idea of the Summer season being tide (high tide) for us humans and then it becomes ebb in Fall. And the sea never cares.
    You picture the melancholy of this season very well!

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