Indian summer - a poem

Indian summer

Leaves have turned red but the sun is warmer than it was meant to be

What happened to that? Rain has stopped for a while.

                                      It’s like summer didn’t want to leave 

                                                  to play with Nature who didn’t want to sleep

Even when the cold seemed to have frozen the grass in the early morning,

Mist of a thought.

Summertime is back, the colours are even brighter.

-Cadmium red (M)-