Indian Summer

The night grows cool after a hot September sun
dipping behind a ridge leaving spectres of oaks
to reach for the last gloaming glints of sunlight.

Brushed colors of drooping ruby petunias mix with wheat foxtails;
red and gold and forest green hues are blending foliage
into a tapestry of wealth

Bridges to paths of arcane chimera ;
calling my inner child to jump into piles of leaves.
I close my eyes to listen to a gaggle of geese calling
for a warmer shore to baffle frosty old man winter.
Crunchy cornflake leaves rustle in the wind,
as the macrocosm spins in cobalt blue ballet
a million light years apart
two swans greet for a water rendezvous gliding gracefully on an ebbing pond.

Looking into the firelight reflected into warm brown eyes,
Indian summer lovers retreat into moonlight.
tranquility is golden.....

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