INDIAN SUMMER

Warm and cooling in the evening,

Grass dry and browning,

Wind full and blowing;

Ah! – Indian Summer.

2

Clouds white and billowing,

Trees all hues and bending,

Last rose lone and fading,

Autumn everywhere.

3

Walnuts and hickories falling,

Little red one-rooms swelling;

Clear-toned bells ringing,

The best is here.

4

Leaves green – now yellowing,

Yellow – now browning,

Red and varying,

Each a color to share.

5

Reaping and harvesting,

Gathering and storing;

Careful and preserving,

Now fields are bare.

6

Once and short lasting,

Each year returning,

Beautiful and heart churning,

Lovely, lovely, Indian Summer.     

– eab, Oct ’64 (my 2^nd recorded poem)

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Indian Summer

Warm, and cooling in the evening,

Grass dry, and browning,

Wind full, and blowing;

Ah! – Indian Summer.

 

Clouds white, and billowing,

Trees all hues, and bending,

Last rose lone, and fading,

Autumn everywhere.

 

Walnuts and hickories falling,

Little red one-rooms swelling;

Clear-toned bells ringing,

The best is here.

 

Leaves green – now yellowing,

Yellow – now browning,

Red and varying,

Each a color to share.

 

Reaping and harvesting,

Gathering and storing;

Careful and preserving,

Now fields are bare.

 

Once and short lasting,

Each year returning,

Beautiful and heart churning,

Lovely, lovely, Indian Summer.   -eab, 10/1964 

 

Written while at student at God’s Bible School,Cincinnati,Ohio   

 

 

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