Best Indian Summer Poems

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

8-17-22

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2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney

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6-4-2017
~Premiere Contest Second Place~
ONE Haiku...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Indian summer
sunlit leaves of flaming red -
morning frost melting


Susan Ashley
October 6, 2017...

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With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the...

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early dawn cracks the  wispy air
open , wandering around viscous spaces
like fairy shadows caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
 
taller than...

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“Interludes of romance are the brief sweetest moments of one’s life until they finish. The endings can be the most bittersweet of one’s life.” -quote...

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These seasons which sing in silent symphonies,
   like the hush of a new age,
   like portals to pretence,
   actualized...

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I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils...

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Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume.

Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink...

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#1
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from...

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 Sunlight filtered gold
Shadow dance on autumn field
Indian summer....

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I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and...

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Big Cypress stirs, heated by Miccosukee 
sky hung in spun gold. Rising in the east, 
morning sways with waves of river grass
as the elder paddles...

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