The summer rooms

[just mercedes]

Beside the deck, a rubbish tin
collects abandoned summer fun:
two worn-out T shirts, faded grey,
a salt-stained swimsuit with a tear,
a tatty towel, a toddler’s spade
and matching plastic bucket, split, 
a single summer sandal, child’s,
and damaged insect screens.

Within the rooms small groups of flies
buzz spiral flights or butt into
the windows, fizz and spin upon
the windowsills, the bureau tops
or shadow-bathe with bellies up
while in the corners spiders spin
the first of winter’s brand new dens.

The curtains recently came down
for cleaning, leaving open-eyed
the windows, bleared and hazed by salt.
They look out past dead marram grass
on greyed-out beach and sky, and sea
while sand drifts ripple in the breeze.

The summer rooms are swept of sand
at season’s end, then locked again.

[dukealien]

This is wonderful - sound and sentiment, both.  SSSand...

The only thing I missed was a reprise of the last line of the first stanza's curtailment later on.  True, it's like an open-parenthesis for the insect life in the second stanza.  But that same effect would have been quite nice at the very end IMHO.

Perhaps too systematic, me.  The poem's just lovely as it is.

[just mercedes]

Thanks, DA. Maybe I should have posted it in blank verse. Hmmmm about the reprise. First draft (of a reworked poem) so I'll probably keep playing with it.

[Brownlie]

Beside the deck, a rubbish tin
collects abandoned summer fun:
two worn-out T shirts, faded grey,
a salt-stained swimsuit with a tear,
a tatty towel, a toddler’s spade -- toddler's spade = sort of like a riddle. Maybe just be more direct with toddler's plastic sand castle shovel or something... idk. 
and matching plastic bucket, split, 
a single summer sandal, child’s,
and damaged insect screens.

Within the rooms small groups of flies
buzz spiral flights or butt into
the windows, fizz and spin upon
the windowsills, the bureau tops
or shadow-bathe with bellies up
while in the corners spiders spin
the first of winter’s brand new dens.

The curtains recently came down
for cleaning, leaving open-eyed
the windows, bleared and hazed by salt.
They look out past dead marram grass
on greyed-out beach and sky, and sea
while sand drifts ripple in the breeze.

The summer rooms are swept of sand
at season’s end, then locked again.

After summer comes fall or death with winter spiders or sweeping. That's sort of what i got.

[just mercedes]

Thanks Brownlie - that line, and the following ones, I'm not happy with. And yes, you got it.

[Wjames]

Beside the deck, a rubbish tin
collects abandoned summer fun:
two worn-out T shirts, faded grey,
a salt-stained swimsuit with a tear,
a tatty towel, a toddler’s spade
and matching plastic bucket, split, 
a single summer sandal, child’s,
and damaged insect screens.

Within the rooms small groups of flies
buzz spiral flights or butt into
the windows, fizz and spin upon
the windowsills, the bureau tops
or shadow-bathe with bellies up
while in the corners spiders spin
the first of winter’s brand new dens.

The curtains recently came down
for cleaning, leaving open-eyed
the windows, bleared and hazed by salt. I don't think you need "the" at the start of this line.
They look out past dead marram grass
on greyed-out beach and sky, and sea I don't think you need the first "and".
while sand drifts ripple in the breeze.

The summer rooms are swept of sand
at season’s end, then locked again.

Really enjoyed reading this, it sounds wonderful aloud.

[just mercedes]

Thank you, Rock Star! I'll need to rewrite those lines, to keep the syllable count right.