Indian Summer

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    Indian Summer

    On Summer's edge the Fall does come to rest
    Slight frost, September's morning light does best
    The oak and maple leaves from green to gold
    All shades of red and orange hues do hold
    A splendor of the forests in full bloom
    Warm breezes flow against the winter's gloom
    A distant thought in summer's solid reign
    Cold neighbor to the autumn's show of flame
    The days recede in poverty of light
    The darkness pulls the time into the night
    Brief is the rest for Fall to come to stay
    between the Winter and the Summer day.

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    Beetle726 commented on Indian Summer

    11-23-2009

    What a beautiful piece! I grew up in MIchigan and the memories have been brought back by you. No one could know this verse unless they have experienced it, I have. LOve it absolutely, thanks for the memories, keep it up.

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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