Indian SummerA Poem by CynRick KincaidIndian Summer
Black birds "caw" it the Indian Summer Every hill on fire Last warmth of the sun before winter Fall leaves to admire Rich with seeds, birds are in the meadow Just like wild aster Bees buzz around apples to mellow As if drunk on cider Wild with leaves blows the gusty autumn wind Every color behold Daffodil and dandelion seeds descend Nature is retold Hazy sunshine, cold wind in the morning Summer's final hour Nature's way of scattering and sowing Stubborn weed or flower Summer's gone.Time to enjoy the harvest Whether bushel or pail Baby birds have left their mother's nest New place to dwell Brilliant crimson, russet, and gold colors of October Before winter air turns to cold, Enjoy Indian Summer
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Added on October 12, 2008 AuthorCynRick Kincaidalbany, GAAboutI am the bandanna, blue jeans, and boots type. I love a good book and a glass of wine. I love art and it is a huge part of my life. All the art on this site is my art. Poetry has always been a way to.. more..Writing
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