Indian Summer
warm and hazy days of gold
the jewel in summer's crown
unrivaled in the splendor
of her burnished gown
brushed with frost and falling leaves
her glory much too brief
the black and white of wintertime
comes as natures thief
only her memory remains
faint in the frosty air
how I long to feel again
those days so warm and fair
indian summer
Copyright © Ronnie Van Sweringen | Year Posted 2006
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