The sunset aflame
with shades of pink and red
with shades of pink and red
as the dying light
struggles to maintain dignity
struggles to maintain dignity
in the face of the oncoming darkness
The unseasonable warmth
has not yet begun to cool
has not yet begun to cool
as the temperatures in the sixties
adds a sparkle to the sky
adds a sparkle to the sky
Even the birds and squirrels
revel in the unexpected weather
revel in the unexpected weather
in no hurry to scurry
back to nests made warm
back to nests made warm
by the glowing sun
and the gentle warm wind
and the gentle warm wind
as the stars take their time
in making the climb
in making the climb
up the ladder of they sky
as they see no reason why
as they see no reason why
they should twinkle above
when all thoughts are below
when all thoughts are below
upon the miracle
of these warm Indian Summer days
of these warm Indian Summer days
One can only pray they continue
for a little while more
for a little while more
and when at last they leave
that they don't open the door
that they don't open the door
for the fury of winter,
angered at having waited too long...
angered at having waited too long...
11-28-11
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