The 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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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written, as always, but, no, I do not smile as summer ebbs away.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, "With a secret smile," for there are secret joys to be found in winter.

I am a Summer person myself and would be heading off to that summer home you mention. Very visual and lovely poem. You made me think of winter ... brrrrrrrr ... I haven't seen one in 15 years and I am glad.