LOVE IS LIKE AN INDIAN SUMMER

Those who reside in San Francisco, with its eternal spring climate, do not experience the dramatic Indian summer known in the Northern states and Midwest, where the changing seasons are more distinctive.

LOVE IS LIKE AN INDIAN SUMMER

Love is like an Indian summer, appearing in fall.
And, just like love, it never comes at your beck and call.
It comes unannounced after autumn’s first frost.
As we shiver and mourn for the Love that we lost.
Astonished, we bask in its warming rays,
Totally spellbound in its hypnotic daze.
In its glowing warmth we want to tarry,
But its stay will just be momentary.
Indian summer with its fleeting rapture,
Is so like the Love we couldn’t capture.

By Sue Raymer Woods
May 2, 2009