Indian Summer Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Indian Summer
Winds wickedly blow like stripping thieves
The landscape is covered with fallen leaves
Barren limbs somberly concede…
As a turn about warms and misleads
Balmy breezes reminiscent summer’s start
Bring praises and revitalize a subdued heart
November days are out of the ordinary
When Indian Summer appears momentarily
Transparent blue skies allow the soul to dream
A soft whisper reminds…this is not what it seems
Breathe a sigh and thankfully enjoy the relief
Knowing that this wonderful pleasure will be brief…
11/5/08
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9/24/2024 8:37:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thankfully enjoy the relief 'YES' the pleasure will be brief, your sooo right Theresa! ! Great read! ! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad