the warm breath
of Indian Summer
blows its way
across the fields
carrying the fragrant maize
of the season
and hope ripe enough
to harvest

sunburst evening skies,
marooned
and midnights
that crack the sky
open wide
with starlight shine
just enough
to be inviting

and it feels like home again

Nicely done, Sherry, tis the season of the harvest moon.

Les

thanks, Les...this is my favorite time of year.

Sherry, where I live it is always nice during October, so I agree with you. Being aware of the seasons keeps us in tune with nature and that's generally a good thing.

Les