Summer is slowly pulling up stakes
Bombarding acorns ping loudly
On iron patio tables
The weather grows chilly
Heat for the pool turned off for the season
Time for our word game to move indoors
Dear Belle who’s now gone
Kept our things in her closet
Pillows that cushioned the hard iron chairs
Red bag of stones that held down cards when the wind blew
Now need new lodgings until summer returns
Cards stay with us to play word games inside
As a call went out for winter storage
I searched my apartment and found just the thing
A shelf high in a cabinet I cannot reach
Empty and waiting to be filled with the promise
Of summer and joy of word games with friends
Also memories of the season just passed
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lovely tribute to camaraderie
Many thanks, Paul.
Oh Ina, the games of summer are coming to an end and your lines evoke a wistful note… Let’s usher in fall with a warm welcome 🙂
Yes. Wistful and welcome at the same time. I really like autumn.
This is lovely!
Thanks, dear Lynn.
Summer is the best
And all too soon its over
No worries, next year
Thanks!
The bittersweet feeling of the end of summer ~ perfectly described. As sad as I am to see summer go, the adventures of autumn lay ahead to excite me 🙂 Wishing you a great end and start to the seasons as well 🙂
Thanks. Serendipitously today I am feeling for the first time the beginning of autumn adventures. Enjoy yours. 🙂
Oh, this one is just beautiful. Felt myself right there with you, getting ready for the seasons change. Thank you so much for sharing this beautifully written poem.
Thanks for going back to read it.