Dusk settles as dust across earthen land,
as warmth seeps slowing from woodland
stretched before me like a downed comforter.
Come warmth, come and slip between
leaf’s edges, slide down empty limbs as
luminous sun grins across the autumn sky.
Indian Summer charms man’s inner soul,
tricks the body’s brisk well being;
but the mind knows this is November!
Breathe in the last of lingering warmth;
let it radiate, resonate, regurgitate before
the killing frost returns to blanket the earth.
“Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing. Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper’s horn, and far off, high in the maples The wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence, Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.” -Sarah Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American Poet
The perfect weather of Indian summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.” -Wallace Stegner
Wallace Stegner (1909 –1993) was an American novelist and historian
An Indian summer is a period of unseasonably warm, dry weather that sometimes occurs in autumn in temperate regions of the northern hemisphere September to November.
This year it has come rather late in Wisconsin. Most of the trees have shed their leaves, we have endured freezing temperatures and seen a dusting of snow.