Indian Summer

On Summer's edge the Fall does come to rest Slight frost, September's morning light does best The oak and maple leaves from green to gold All shades of red and orange hues do hold A splendor of the forests in full bloom Warm breezes flow against the winter's gloom A distant thought in summer's solid reign Cold neighbor to the autumn's show of flame The days recede in poverty of light The darkness pulls the time into the night Brief is the rest for Fall to come to stay between the Winter and the Summer day.