Indian Summer Cl
citrine Indian summer sigh
as blue skies turn a jealous green
dusty weft wind and hours drew nigh
idyllic of seasons has seen
a wanderer of aged mirth, glean
quintessence honey set awry
underneath spun amorous scene
of sweet scent tease, not a goodbye
1/20/2020
ABAB BABA 8 lines 8 syllables
Poetry Contest: Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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