When an October morning is gentle enough for bare feet
and the dew is but a cool kiss…these are gifts of Indian Summer.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
When an October morning is gentle enough for bare feet
and the dew is but a cool kiss…these are gifts of Indian Summer.
I might actually be able to hang out the wash on the line… one last time in the 80 degree weather we are supposed to have today… another gift of this Indian Summer…
Beautiful image and wonderful words.