Sunday, October 18, 2009
Indian Summer (poem)
Indian Summer
Last week snow,
this week
temperatures soaring,
too hot to go down to
the creek
or stroll through
the old neighborhoods.
We welcome it,
this sweet
reprieve,
this false soothing,
reminder
that
soon the world will become
less cordial,
less friendly,
words like
bitter
and harsh
will come to mind,
this is the time
when miners
freeze
in their cabins,
and brides
turn down
icy sheets.
Dorothy Walters
October 18, 2009
