Indian Summer
Posted by Sherry Fulton
on Oct 10, 2015
Indian Summer by E Emeline B. Smith
Just after the death of the flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season,
When nature is all aglow—
Aglow with a mystical spendour
That rivals the brightness of spring,
Aglow with a beauty more tender
Than aught which fair summer could bring....