Indian Summer: A Poem
The flowers' scent spiraling in the autumn air,
Beckons closer to warmth before coolness there,
The greenery makes us gasp with hidden delight,
The sun overhead embraces softly, glinting bright,
A sudden springish burst of life and rebirth,
Makes me frolic in fields of growth unearthed,
For a moment childhood feels quite near,
When conjured memories quietly appear,
Before summer commences its sad farewell,
The balmy weather murmurs a rapturous tale.