Best Indian Summer Poems

Indian summer. . . 
a gathering of leaves dance 
quietly to death

8-17-22

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6-4-2017
~Premiere Contest Second Place~
ONE Haiku Old or New with Seasonal word ANY SEASON - Poetry Contest
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~Second Place~
Autumn Haiku
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Contest Judged:  9/20/2016...

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Indian summer lies within your autumn hazel eyes,
my velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost;
love lingers in bereft fingers, I stroke your face in guise,
once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust.

My velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost,
your chill withered...

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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...

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A glass half-full of August pours its gold
on autumn's copper turning it to bronze.
The brittle Santa Ana gusts unfold
to rattle omens hidden in the fronds

that burst from trunks up high like absinthe flame
and singe October's turquoise-matted sky.
Each puff of smoke that dormant clouds became
has disappeared...

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Indian summer
sunlit leaves of flaming red -
morning frost melting


Susan Ashley
October 6, 2017...

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Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I shipped right back.
I thought there wasn't much glitz or glamour,
And fought rough in a bit of a clamour.
Tuk-Tuk's going tut-tut,...

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~indian summer~

indian summer
 apple crisp yawning first light ~
  amber moonrise nights

cozy mellow sunshine
 warm pumpkin spice afternoons ~
  yellow cornfields doze

sleepy vineyards dream
 reveries of maize and gold ~
  twilight lullabies 

drowsy fields of wheat
 harvest glows in pumpkin hues ~
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Incredible warmth at October’s end kisses GoddesS
Nature, and the only thing I can think about is yoU
Do you recall the time we first met so like a dreaM?
I saw you, and a poem inside me started to blooM.
A calm like that beautiful day began to...

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The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the...

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Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for...

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Strange how the arrow of time
Bears us along upon it 
Always moving towards some future
Yet,
Obedient to Zeno,
Each moment is the only world we can experience directly.
The sigh of your breath
The touch of your hand
The thought of you enduring through the day;
From these I weave the...

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Indian summer
the nuzzle of a fawn
as I doze

She stands, not defiantly
not with threats of maim.
She has trust and curiosity
as any babe would have.
She captured my heart
for one split second in time. 
Then she was gone.

True story: October 2014...

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Indian Summer

The skies are turning washed-out winter blue;
The wind blows hints of frosty future chill;
Leaves now swirl, or sport a varied hue,
And scents of fall awakened nostrils fill.

Lawns yet are clothed in optimistic green,
And southern sun still bakes the southward slopes;
'Round flowers fluttering, butterflies are...

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Summer’s gone…
The earth has shifted.
The sun slants
Anew each day.

The chill in the air
In the cool, cool, dawn,
Brings a change
Most welcome, some say....

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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath




End Of August
             
The end of August is oh so near    ...

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