Indian Summer
Color me in golden glow Red, orange and yellowCast against a darkened skyWhile brisk winds howl and thunder criesIndian summer I can feel A cold front nipping at my heelsI view trees aglow with falls promiseBending wordlessly as they are strippedOf beautyTheir bark bareShowing deepened grooves and wearThey now prepare for winter’s sleepTheir leaves falling as though they weepI watch in awe....The most beautiful sugar maple grows outside my window here at work....while I await the promised tornados of this evening lol.....please critique! This was a quick one! Thanks! Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 04:50 AM PST 0 • 12
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Color me in golden glow Red, orange and yellowCast against a darkened skyWhile brisk winds howl and thunder criesIndian summer I can feel A cold front nipping at my heelsI view trees aglow with falls promiseBending wordlessly as they are strippedOf beautyTheir bark bareShowing deepened grooves and wearThey now prepare for winter’s sleepTheir leaves falling as though they weepI watch in awe....The most beautiful sugar maple grows outside my window here at work....while I await the promised tornados of this evening lol.....please critique! This was a quick one! Thanks!..."