Indian Summer
It's early October and everything's changing.
The leaves, they’ve been turning the color of fire.
They dance on the branches, then fall with abandon,
Releasing their hold on their earthly desire.
Another transition occurs on the inside.
I'm turning the page for it’s time to read on,
Ignoring the chapters of life's disappointments
That litter my past like those leaves on the lawn.
I'll sit in my bedroom alone in the darkness
And fumble some chords on a Spanish guitar,
Remembering holding your hand with affection,
Recalling again just how pretty you are.
It's early October and everything's changing.
This mid-Autumn weather's a fickle thing, too.
But Indian Summer will always be welcome
When blue skies and sunshine remind me of you.
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