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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by BETH PIRSCH
First Line: It is still; there is only the music
Last Line: The golden day is meant for golden dreams.
Subject(s): Indian Summer; Love
First Line: It is still; there is only the music
Last Line: The golden day is meant for golden dreams.
Subject(s): Indian Summer; Love
It is still; there is only the music
Of water slipping softly over stones.
Yellow leaves flicker and the sunlight hangs
Like shimmering gold dust in the windless air;
A crow caws, rending quietness with sound,
And brown leaves rustle as you move your feet.
Again 'tis still; give me your hand, beloved,
The golden day is meant for golden dreams.
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