Indian Summer

Indian summer. Fierce days – radiating heat From sun, road and walls. Still, humid nights when Spent, I hunt elusive sleep. Blessed air-con whirrs. Cool dawn brings relief. Face lifts to every breeze. Autumn IS coming. Bright skyscrapers gleam Across the bay, dawn-painted – Gold, rose, mauve and grey. Captive on sand-flats – A tree. Stark, dark reminder Of the summer floods. Mother Nature hurts – And heals us. But we are more – Like her, we’re starstuff.