Indian Summer

2008

The sweltering Summer waxed and waned
Colors faded by the sun
The air so still the sky was pained
As clear as a pool bottom
Leaves lilting gold around the rim
The days so hot I could barely think
Of anything but him
And long then for the Winters cold
His arms around me strong,
Safely wrapped within his warmth,
Waiting out the storm.

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