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Indian Summer

Memories of autumn linger still
The pale sun loiters on the hill;
A prodigal year now grown old
Is gathering all her days of gold.
Flocks of birds now eager to go
We share the dream with footsteps slow;
We meet beneath the apple tree
Join hands in silent company.
We will not part love, oh not yet
Too soon the weary sun will set.

The crickets cease to sing their song
The gold and russet wilt away;
The crimson trees stayed too long
And all the sky is wet and grey.
We know at night the frost will fall
And scar the asters on the hill;
The golden rod and sumac all
Will feel the hand of winter's chill.

But love, it is not the time to part
I need to hold you near my heart;
Yesterday was such a golden smile
Today we might love awhile;
Till autumn dies and love forget
And we must leave, but dear not yet.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/31/2013 8:17:00 AM
"Till autumn dies and love forget And we must leave, but dear not yet." I was just reading your marvelous book of poems, Polished Stones. Of all the internet poets I've read there are only two cherished favorites and you are one of them. I've missed you and hope you are doing well. Happy New Year. Love, Dave Austin
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Date: 7/7/2012 5:34:00 PM
and this recipe of love mesmerized me to that point of not wanting to leave also.... You are poetry in spirit, Elizabeth.
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Date: 5/27/2012 6:50:00 PM
Superbly written and articulated. Your phrasing, as ever, is crisp and colourful. This reminds me so much of Yeats' 'Ephemera.' You will soon see the similarities if you GOOGLE it. I love it! One of your best... :)
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Date: 2/9/2012 8:31:00 PM
searching for the one. and this one is the one. a masterpiece it has all of the things a great piece is suppose to have. even that inspiration from above. i can tell because of the words and the way they apr in perfect order. with the season and the ending of that season, you brought out so so well. it' deserves to go to my faves. and i shall put it there.
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Date: 11/7/2011 2:16:00 PM
This is so melancholy and beautiful. A true beauty, and heart touching! loved it!
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Date: 11/1/2011 7:07:00 AM
This one is a heart ripper, Elizabeth. Tragically beautiful in nature and in love. Sharing the beauty of what is in the present as if eternal and the tradgedy of what must come ...but not yet dear... not yet... masterful!
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Date: 10/31/2011 2:04:00 PM
you have worked a worthy poem that was a pleasure to read Lizzie, enjoyed how you interpreted the spirit of the season and the eternal fragility of existance (well done) great input...
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Date: 10/31/2011 1:30:00 PM
Gosh, I enjoyed this loads Elizabeth, love how you take me with you on this journey, hope your week will be a great one ;-) love Wilma
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Date: 10/31/2011 12:56:00 PM
Hello Elizabeth....Such a wonderful write, leading us all into......ARG; winter ! Have yourself a wonderful week dear poet, a pleasure reading you today it was ! Much love, james
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Date: 10/31/2011 10:48:00 AM
Really liked your poem, such sad yet hopeful words...keep writing - you have a fan........George
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Date: 10/31/2011 9:41:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your very metaphoric work..Yes, sometimes in autumn love slacks off and in winter dies..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..Sara
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Date: 10/31/2011 9:15:00 AM
Beautiful scenes come to mind with this poem. I hate when fall is almost gone and things look so bare for snow is not far behind. A depressing thought. Love Phyl
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Date: 10/31/2011 8:14:00 AM
such a way with words elizabeth i'm amazed at all of our poems you could i say get one or two just the way i like but it seems like all of your poems hit the mark amazing i wish i coul d pen the way you do
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Date: 10/31/2011 5:58:00 AM
Beautiful poem Elizabeth.You can call this COUPLET also.My latest poem is not haiku.It is quinzaine for Dr Ram Mehta's contest.Thanks for visiting
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Date: 10/30/2011 11:08:00 PM
Nope not yet :-) Very nice write..
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Date: 10/30/2011 7:12:00 PM
SOUP MAIL! :-)
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Date: 10/30/2011 2:47:00 PM
Your knowledge of nature is a wonderful gift. It's beauty gives the reader a lift. And when you share it in poetic phrase. The sun shines warm in all our days.
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Date: 10/30/2011 12:20:00 PM
nice piece my dear...i wish i was a man of many words..i would have said more,but an not...fantastic..thats the word for this poem
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Date: 10/30/2011 11:43:00 AM
* “Everyday As One Strolls Through The Poetics Gallery of Art * They Hope to Find Upon The Walls * But A Treasure They Gather Into Their Heart * Sweet Beautiful Elizabeth * Many Are As Jewels, Yet * Every Now & Then * A Precious Diamond Above Most All Appears * This My Precious & Gifted Dear * Is Amid Its Splendorous Beauty * One of They * Leaves Me Smiling to Melt My Heart * My Luv, Always, Sarah.” *
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Date: 10/30/2011 10:48:00 AM
What a lovely write Lizzie! I really enjoyed this magnificent poem! Oh the love, the masterful love we all need...Is so perfectly given within this write! When I read this poem I had that wonderful feeling deep inside, a beautiful warm feeling!! Incredible work!!
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Date: 10/30/2011 10:31:00 AM
wonderful write,,and i enjoy reading your work,,,such creativity and brilliance,,,,thank you for sharing...
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Date: 10/30/2011 9:57:00 AM
Lizzy-Dear, You already know that I think you're poetry is superb. This piece is so moving. I am a huge fan of VERBS. The one thing I was taught by a college professor when it came to strong writing skills is that one perfect verb is worth three wishy-washy adjectives. You INSTICTIVELY do this. LOITER and SCAR, for example, illustrates this. Though you are ever the poem crafter, you never stray from an emotional wallop-- a lethally enthralling writer. Keep your eyes turned inward! Hugs Cyndi
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Date: 10/30/2011 9:06:00 AM
What a wonderful poem. Thanks Lizzie. Tony
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Date: 10/30/2011 8:54:00 AM
My friend, Your Indian Summer is so sweet that love will not die till autumn. God bless you all the time. bl
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Date: 10/30/2011 8:40:00 AM
An excellently crafted piece of fine poetry. Moving and heartfelt read. Thank you for sharing and May God Bless!
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