This is a great first try, believe me.
Winter at the beach
The cold, pale sand stretched out around the shore line
Holding one solitary figure,
Walking slowly along its surface,
Hair blowing in the breeze.
The heavy grey sky frowned in anger,
Watching the commotion of the icy waves
The full weight of the water
Crashing down upon the shore.
The bitter breeze hit like needles
Tugging at exposed skin
Inspiring the need for hats and scarves
And yet wanting the scarf to unravel.