Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Summer's Surf

    Days grow shorter apace
        the sun races ‘cross the sky
     Evening shadows intrude
        on our afternoons 

     The waves collapse a bit
        day-by-day in on themselves
     Summer’s endless surf 
        ~ stowaway on the shelf

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John Lawless September 28, 2025 at 7:53 PM Yes, summers surf looks sooo much better than a gray crusted snow bank in the city....

sara Etgen-Baker September 28, 2025 at 6:59 PM love the imagery and feelings you evoked as we lose sight of summer and embrace the shorter days of fall and winter. I especially liked: Summer’s endless surf ~ stowaway on the shelf

Hilda Greenhough September 27, 2025 at 9:46 PM Oh, how obvious it is. We will have s to turn our worlds around for the winter months. Br-r-r. You're poem reminds me to do some closet changes.

Deb M September 27, 2025 at 9:23 PM Until next year…nice one BB! Debx