I have always loved Indian summer
Just as I think the month of June is precious
Everyone, at least a lot of people, have
Certain parts of the year that they like
We are near the end of fall season, but
I am not one to give up hope
I had to pretend today that we were
Receiving a taste of Indian summer
The morning sun was bright, almost blinding
One would have to look away almost at once
The day, although cold, was pretty with sunlight
The clouds came in many colors especially in
The late afternoon as the sun was beginning to set
I was inside and warm, although I had been out
Picking up limbs and moving them to my burning pit
I knew it was cold, but I disregarded that fact
In order to give some substance to my late summer stance
I looked into the woods for teepees and saw none
I could imagine them and that had to do
I remember in the Chicago Tribune the drawings of
Corn stalks shaped in the form of tents and then burned
Next drawing was of imaginary Indians dancing around
Small fires and the grandpa in charge would talk about
The days of old when this was all real including the Indians
This article was published every year for quite a few years
It was quite nostalgic and even now sadness occurs
When you think back and remember seeing it each year
Our day went on and did not warm up too much, but
That feeling of Indian summer certainly existed
I am a never give up sort of person, but also realistic
We have two more weeks until winter and you never know
Could we possibly be surprised we wonder
We never know for sure and can only wait and see
I think it would be a wonder
Stanski
December 9, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 