INDIAN SUMMER

Trees pass by
in beautiful
Autumn colors,
oranges,
yellows, and reds,
a train rushing to its
destination and I
a silent passenger
thinking of the coming
winter with a bit of
sensitivity and aware,

passengers wait
patiently
on the platform
bundled to soon
for a morning chill
in Indian Summer,

past suburban houses
and city streets
to that final destination,
a band of horses
plays in the ear,
in the distance,
blue skies and
a city's silhouette.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is truly a work of art. The pictures you paint with your words seem to have
each and every detail materialize individually into the imagination to the point where
one has to read multiple times because of the feeling that one had to have missed
something. Great piece.

[Rene Velez]

Thank you my brother