This is the beginning of quite a bit of an epic about what I get out of being middle-aged; been thinking it over for years; gonna be a long one.
Below is the poem entitled Part I of Indian Summer which was written by poet
Masonis. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.
I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.
The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.
The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,