Indian Summer

All through December the days were warm creeping into the high sixties Grass was green and roses blooming Nights gave warning with cold below freezing soon after the sun sets But the days made for walks and lawn chair visiting with neighbors Kids playing outside but still with their phones and birds chirping away away away Like a secret spring time layered between cold days. At last not every good thing stays for early January showed her might and brought howling winds with ice breath that froze days as still as the nights. Bitter not chill but cold, Winter's radiance of frosty air and frozen land. Will she blanket us soon with her gowns of snow and please spare us the deep freeze with icy roads and breaking tree limbs overburden with heavy ice and those dangling spears of ice cycles that dare to fall on anything that ventures beneath them. Winter is mighty and even brutal but with a beauty of nature's sleep in deep and frozen white wonderland, to awaken in the birth of warmth in a new spring. Those days of sunny December reminisce almost innocent gift of time to prolong those last days of summer, to grasp and feel an ease of life with a smile and brightness of its warmth. Can we still say Indian Summer for this gracious time Today's high 27, tonight 13, drip the faucets.