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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Made me think of fall as soon as I read the first paragraph, I can tell you have been writing for a wail. Their just on glitch that I see. The do in the second paragraph, middle sentence appears to be a smaller fount then the rest of the poem. whether that was intentional or not is up to you. I liked reading Indian Summer though.

Posted 1 Week Ago

Masterfully written... and I hope ye don’t mind me asking, but would ye find it terribly weird or offensive I told ye I literally reached fruition whilst reading this, lass? Use of imagery was second to none and I loved the concept very very much. Brill and bravo. Glen likey.

Glen xx

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

I liked this very much, your use of pattern, the metaphor of autumn the season as autumn of a lifetime is classic but fitting, and the parentheses representing falling leaves really was my favorite part

Posted 1 Month Ago

beautiful imagery and deep meaning

Posted 4 Months Ago

This is divine, utterly beautiful :)

Posted 5 Months Ago


5 Months Ago

thank you very much.. I'm glad you enjoyed it..
Best to have made a journey and return with memories, then to sit watching the seasons change from behind glass. Perhapss? Hard to imagine every day, every experience be nothing more than cloned boredom. You write with power... and display so well.

Posted 6 Months Ago


6 Months Ago

thank you so much emmajoy.. it is always a pleasure to see you.. and to hear your thoughts..
The seasons of our lives...we feel them, but often they are not as clear cut as the seasons of nature. Great personification of the leaves. The imagery is so lovely and the metaphor is strong. I enjoyed the write. Lydi**

Posted 6 Months Ago


6 Months Ago

thank you Lydi** I am glad you enjoyed it..
we have to fall from the tree to appreciate what it was like to be a leaf on it---to change color lets us feel what it is really like to live our seasons, and maybe understand the roots of existence---
beautiful analogy here.

Posted 6 Months Ago


6 Months Ago

thank you Jacob.. I always appreciate your comments..

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