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Indian Summer




indian 
summer
makes me 
laugh
at winter
dancing
 like a 
grasshopper
over 
fall games
of  
twister

singing 
in
the sun
to-do’s
not 
yet
begun
but put
aside…
while 
it’s nice
outside

the ants
they've 
got it 
together
they know 
this
won’t last
forever
it's
just a 
temporary 
sum
a tiny
 cookie 
crumb

indian 
summer
gets
 the 
ladybugs
flying 
like
they do
in
that 
old poem
about her
troubles
 when 
she roams
she'd
reallt
better 
get 
on 
home

indian
summer
soon it 
will be
winter 
snow 
covered 
earth
awaiting
re-birth

an old 
cycle 
ends
a 
new one
continues
the 
spin
the
year of 
color
begins
agains

so
drink 
it in
like it will
 never end
making us
laugh
at
indian
summer
dancing
into
winter

Peace ~Rene 10/29/09

Comments

  1. Fragrant LiarOctober 30, 2009 at 12:03 AM

    And the seasons change once again. I love Indian Summer.

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  2. IBOctober 30, 2009 at 8:44 AM

    If I was going to write a book about you, I'd call it: "The Amazing-Fantastic-Poetry-Machine".

    You rock.

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  3. JoOctober 30, 2009 at 4:03 PM

    That's lovely. You have a way with words.

    "Indian Summer
    Laughing at Winter".

    I love it. :-)

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  4. MichaelOctober 30, 2009 at 5:58 PM

    As always...ove this!

    "My year of color
    Starts again"

    Your poetry is so enjoyable to read. I want to read it out loud to get the full cadence.

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  5. Tracie NallOctober 30, 2009 at 8:00 PM

    Beautiful!! Season changing is a magical time.

    Happy VGNO!

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  6. Chuck DilmoreOctober 30, 2009 at 9:45 PM

    your book
    will need to have
    very tall pages... which is lovely!

    you're on a lovely roll~
    C

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  7. Carolee HollenbackOctober 31, 2009 at 1:56 PM

    Love Indian summer, but it really hasn't happened here!

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  8. Carolee HollenbackOctober 31, 2009 at 1:56 PM

    Oh yeah, Happy Late VGNO!

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  9. Sniffles and SmilesOctober 31, 2009 at 6:04 PM

    I love the way your poem circles round...just like the seasons!!! Wonderful composition! You are a master!!! ~Janine XO

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  10. The GrandpaOctober 31, 2009 at 8:23 PM

    Indian Summer
    Makes me laugh
    At the winter
    Dancing like a
    Grasshopper
    Over a fall game
    Of Twister

    What a wonderful opening image that just sucks the reader in. Nicelly done.

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  11. Julie from JulieChatsNovember 1, 2009 at 2:10 AM

    So nice! I wish we were still in the middle of Indian Summer, but we're smack in the middle of Fall here in Oregon.

    Just stopping by late to say Happy Halloween, Happy VGNO & SO Happy my DUCKS beat USC!!! :)

    Stop by & check out my latest Layout of the Week. http://juliechats.blogspot.com

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  12. JENIE=)November 4, 2009 at 12:09 PM

    wonderful! really ;)

    am dropping by from VGNO tru MBC

    so...see you around?
    hope u visit my blogs too and maybe we can exch links ;)
    life round me N you
    earthy me
    at-a-blink
    heartQUAKES

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