Indian Summer


The hummingbirds, the bees, even the moles that churn beneath the skim of grass, rush, feeling this altered light that burns. I turn

at my door to stare at each blazing leaf reflecting sun, like beaten gold, as if there were no winter, nor coming cold.

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