my poem

July 6. 2003 --

[ Indian Summer ]

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Sophir of sky
with golden, sunny rays,
a pinch of breeze,
a pinch of haze,

permit of join,
sacrament of days,
silkness of green meadows,
communion of fog's lace.

The birds morning whisper,
fresh air is meadow-sweet,
cool ocean's water
begs to bare my feet,

wrapped in the rainbow
beauty and serenity
of Indian Summer,
its indentity.

Of meadows and forests
a colorfull rain,
Indian Summer is ending,
my soul is in pain.

Copyright by Olenka
Canada 2009