what we used to call 'Indian Summer'
is upon us with rich warm days
of sunlight saturating the red and golden leaves
and in that sense of melancholy peace
the eye is flooded with the last blazing
of a year's fullness and the gentle sliding
of our lives into the splashes of color
that are our last rising to the emptying of the season
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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