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
of
fall 


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 
arrogant 

immortal

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

)


© 2017 olla



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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.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


olla

1 Month Ago

thank you very much Coyote.. I am always happy when you visit..
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are welcome my friend.

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