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Indian Summer

As summer breathes her final sigh,
infusing air with warming blush,
her brilliance smiles a warm goodbye,
as summer breathes her final sigh.
Her days shall end, her passion die,
awhirl in autumn's winded rush,
as summer breathes her final sigh,
infusing air with warming blush.

Her verdant dress, her sunlit crown
give way to robes of brightest hue,
replaced by autumn's crimson gown,
her verdant dress, her sunlit crown.
As colors burst and flutter down
beneath a canopy of blue,
her verdant dress, her sunlit crown
give way to robes of brightest hue.

The chill of fall creeps in like thieves
with brisking days and nights of frost.
As yellow tinges tumbling leaves,
the chill of fall creeps in like thieves,
while birds fly south and heaven grieves,
as though they were forever lost -
the chill of fall creeps in like thieves
with brisking days and nights of frost.

Sandra Martyres
"As yellow tinges tumbling leaves, the chill of fall creeps in like thieves" A very engaging and colourful write that is a pleasure to read Kate ....

Fay Slimm
The dance of these poetic words evokes the colourful feeling of Indian Summer which warms this reader's heart Kate. A very fine piece.

Weeping willow
Beautiful espression in words of summer giving way to fall. Loved it :}