I've forgotten
What an Indian Summer
Was like
Sweating out doors
In late November
70 degrees
No beach to go to
No blossoms to view
No Rose nor wild flowery
Perfume
Lingering in what was thought
Summer noon air
Fewer birds singing
Squirrels daring, out of their nest
Gathering nuts
Noticed are the dry autumn leaves
Bear winter trees
Shorter days
Longer cold nights
Just another Indian Summer
Upstate somewhere
In the north
Traveling through our minds.
It is almost end of summer here 2008, I know I am looking forward to Indian Summer. As a child I waited for it to come so I could shed my coat again. Mother used to say, You'll get sick put that coat back on. Now 2008 in a new place, I look forward to that Indian Summer too. The trees outside my apt. are many and I know it will be colorful fall this year for me too.
This is a very enjoyable poem to read. I remember hearing about "Indian Summer" and "Blackberry Winter." But, here in the south, we have a lot of Indian Summers. Many warm Christmases and even a warm day in January now and then. Excellent write.
indian summers are the best time of the year ... it's really beautiful out on the beach and upstate where the colors are beginning to change ... this is a wonderful poem, rekindling warm feelings and images ...
I wanna live where Sherry lives, all four seasons in one day I can live with, but this cold in the daytime then colder at night, boy have I had that...nowadays its more like Indian Giver summer...give us warm days, then winter at night...Ed
Beautiful images, William. Here, in New Mexico, we seem to get random days of Indian Summer all winter long. It doesn't last long, though. Too soon it is back to cold nights and rainy/snowy mornings with sunny afternoons. People here often speak of how, in a single day, we often experience all four seasons. It is so very true.
Take care,
Sherry
Indian Summer has come and gone quickly here this year. It didn't linger as long as most in the past.
You made me yearn for those days to return William, for I love to walk through the woods and down the deer trails to see what I can see.
Thanks for sharing! Happy Thanksgiving.
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have a Great Thanksgiving William.......
Take care,
Sherry
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You made me yearn for those days to return William, for I love to walk through the woods and down the deer trails to see what I can see.
Thanks for sharing! Happy Thanksgiving.
Lisa