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.
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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