Message in Indian Summer




The season shows off psychedelics,

shouts “I’m not going quietly.

I’m not going as matter of course.

I’m rioting.”



straw relics,

aspen gold,

chestnut horses.



Stall cold. 

Be seasonably fair.


Behold :

a final reflection in the lake.


Strength, that’s what it will take.

Celebrate before the fall.

Disrobe before the chill.


I see fire before winter in your hair.

Do not leave from a distant hill.

Do not leave at all.


I whisper to distant air…


~ by dianeklammer on April 20, 2013.

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