Indian Summer Poem by Martin Moore

Indian Summer



Indian summer rain taps incessantly
its rhythmic repetoire upon the roof
beneath its rusted eaves in runnels free
astonied insects floating by, aloof

Noah-like on leafy russet barges
buffeted by this sudden perfect spate
under a weeping birch this navy charges
desultory flotilla, curious shipmates

Temporary tempest, swollen stream
taken unawares the willow herb
on its dancing, whirling fireweed dream
its subaquatic stems, a rosebay kerb

An osiery of willow roots is born
Mantled cage of bristling briarwood
cloaked its forehead in a crown of thorns
underneath this barbed and burry hood

Here I will pass the Autumn of my life
write my poets lines, my thought-dreams down
a satiated muse, perspective bright
pensive moments passed, serene surrounds

Commit to words the fleeting gift of life
that others might appreciate and know
the nature of a man, despite his strife
Harbinger, keeper of the sacred scroll.

Friday, October 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Martin Moore

Martin Moore

Kilkenny, Ireland
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