Indian Summer



Indian Summer

The sweltering Summer waxed and waned

Colors faded by the sun

The air so still the sky was paned,

In blue, as clear as a pool bottom,

The green grass dry, in want of drink,

Leaves lilting gold around the rim,

The days so hot I could barely think,

Of anything but him,

And long then for the Winterโ€™s chill,

His arms around me strong,

Safely wrapped within his warmth,

Waiting out the storm.



from, Gold Mine