THE LULL OF INDIAN SUMMER

Cobweb threads drifting
High overhead,
Beyond cotton ball clouds
Stuck on a vivid blue sky.

Variegated butterflies lazily
Floating on the breeze.
Bright reds and yellow painted
On the trees,
Branches burdened with fruit,
Bending low with their bounty.

Smoke rolling in the air giving it
The odor of burning leaves.
The coolness of the night
As the crescent moon appears
In the sky.

Autumn, like an Indian princess,
Waves her magic,
Creating an idyllic interlude
Called Indian summer.