Has Indian summer arrived where you live? The gap of time between summer and autumn is one of my favorite times of the year. Pleasant temperatures, vibrant colors, and shirt-sleeve weather make this the perfect time of year for exploring nature, far and near. From Mt. Rainier to cabin meadow, pleasant ventures create happy family times. Emily Dickinson also found this to be a most pleasant time of year. Her verse applies, below...
INDIAN SUMMER
by Emily Dickinson
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
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