SeasonThe dark grey south
Is calling Summer home
As collars turn
And shortening light dims and fades.
Stacked neatly our logstore
To keep our love light alive
Through stormy tantrums
And the chilling moments of doubt.
Despite the occasional fightback
Summer sun is defeated
We now await the first shiverings of the new frost.
With a secret smile.
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-09-10 at 16:19
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