Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, INDIAN SUMMER, by N. R. BAKER

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INDIAN SUMMER, by            
First Line: Over the treetops baring for winter
Last Line: Marks time, marks time.
Subject(s): Fields; Pastures; Meadows; Leas

Over the treetops baring for winter
Zephyrs breathing a lulling croon,
Over the meadowland, hither and hinter,
A full gold moon.

Over the housetops, comb to eaves,
Over the bluegrass, sear in the sun,
Lie the flat brown corpses of leaves,
Summer is done.

Tardily bred from chrysalis
Seasonal butterflies flit and nod,
Stopping awhile to cicatrize
Rank goldenrod.

And a lonely soul of man's degree
With lingering hope sublime
Walks the shore of a skyey sea,
Marks time, marks time.

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