Indian Summer Poem by Anne Havell
Indian Summer
I walk not in melancholy mood
I am content.
Silently at my side
You walk contentedly.
We rejoice in the orchestration of rustling leaves
Marvel at the medley of golden colours burnt orange
Our eyes dazzled by spangled sunshine.
Glorious is this Indian summer.
I want to hold this moment
Clutch it to my heart, savour it, smell it,
Not let it go.
Alas not so!
Oh! How cruel is time
Masquerading in the leaves
Dancing in the sunlight
Hiding in the shadows
Waiting to pounce
Unexpectedly, unrelentingly – cruelly
Robbing life of life
Leaving me distraught
And mourning thee.
Autumn’s joys forgotten
For you are gone.
Every year this VILLAIN chases us the Indians... Thank you Anne for having understood the rigour of the INDIAN SUMMER as well while mourning the death of your close friend. The loss is a summer loss indeed. You have perfectly rendered or translated the authentic thoughts into a fine poem. If you have time, please read my submission Why Should I Look Through The Window Anymore? written on the same theme.
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4/18/2024 4:24:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a wonderful poem. I absolutely love the line, We rejoice in the orchestration of rustling leaves. Not just a beautiful poem but also a loving tribute to your forever to be remembered friend. Great job!