At Summer's Cottage (Haiku Series)

Few syllables lead an otherwise familiar setting.

The cottage is full
With plastic friends of Summer
I gag at the sight

Heart beats as I craft
The beaten path of pebbles,
Presently alone

Might wand'rers find me,
Outstandingly poker faced,
With the mutt'ring birds?

Giant trunks lean o'er,
Coerce reckless abandon
From my core's abyss

Rope sways in the breeze
Splintery and cold with dew;
Summer days have leapt