Indian Summer

Indian Summer

A Poem by olla

"Indian Summer"

a crisp clear morning
a dusting of frost
soon the leaves will begin to deepen 

their color turning red
and gold

a silent pause
the morning sun
 brings the piercing blaze
of the golden days

as I approach the autumn of my life

I begin to feel the weight of time

 I see the deepening color around me

and I wonder

do the leaves feel this same heaviness.

do they look wistfully back at the fiery hot blaze of summer?

 are the trees aware of their burden? 

 did they know 

were they “aware”

when their sap ran furious  

when their blossoms opened in riotious profusion

when their fruit ripened? 


clinging to the precipice 


sure of divinity 
powerful proud vain
until your heart has broken 
you can not know love
you must let yourself  


© 2017 olla

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You have earned my literary respect which is tough to do. I am proud of you for this write. It is witty and creative and the thoughts are conveyed in a meaningful way. Good job!

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 Month Ago

thank you for your comments.. I always appreciate feedback..
Wow. I was already impressed before the end but I truly fell for this piece with the addition of the leaf like parenthesis; very clever and well accomplished write!

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

thank you very much.. I am glad you enjoyed it..
I liked and I agree with the words and the thoughts in the poetry.
"until your heart has broken
you can not know love
you must let yourself
fall "
The above lines. real and true. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 8 Months Ago


8 Months Ago

thank you very much Coyote.. I am always happy when you visit..
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8 Months Ago

You are welcome my friend.

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