Indian Summer

There: the mischief of a conspiracy
afoot, the day has somehow
arranged the entrance of Indian Summer
because it is downright gorgeous
out today. Obviously, the playlist
has been conveniently mislaid
and we are properly grateful. In the
woods the nostalgia of fragrance
teases us in a swoon of tannin
and the dessicated foliage underfoot
speaks in the language of whispers
inciting us to revel in their fading,
still entrancing colours. The great
blue sea above the bared forest
canopy features its star player
the giant fiery orb casting its sublime
glow upon the vibrant foliage
still clinging to beeches, bowing
to the audience in a standing ovation
one final act before the curtain
drops on fall, and bright white
winter makes its dramatic entrance.