Indian Summer

Indian Summer don't you need me? yes I need you too. Have you something new to feed me? I have food for you. Inspiration and dictation symbiotic share I let you leave with resignation winter's in the air I won't let you die unspoken whisper what you will leave your legacy a token 'ere we feel the chill trading for your inspiration tales you wish to tell in your breeze t he sussuration winter casts her spell write red words of true expression orange for last regrets brown for traces of regression do not leave us yet how we waded in the river how we made a fire Indian Summer taker,giver, you fulfilled desire now poems written of your beauty won't make us shed a tear we know that with joy and duty you'll be back next year.