November 9, 2009

Indian Summer

Autumn bleeds her rich fall hues
while opening her fingers,
allowing bits of summer warmth to seep through the cracks.

Sunlight pours through the seams of her fingers,
shining bright with promise of a new tomorrow.

The crisp fall leaves ride the warm breeze
Baffled by the nature of the squall that keeps them afloat
Yet accepting, all the same.

When Indian Summer graces us with her presence
It is not in good practice to question...
just enjoy.

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