Than any we saw in July.
Storm clouds banking in the Southwest,
'Twill be here before evening is nigh.
Early dismissal, the children rejoice!
A warm afternoon in the sun.
They skip out of school to laugh and play,
October has just begun.
A riot of color graces the woods.
Box Elder Bugs fill the air,
Humid steam seeps from the falling leaves,
There are 'No-See-'Em's' everywhere.
Indian Summer, O', what glorious days.
Secrets shared with only a choice few.
How I wish I could call each one back,
And spend them, my friend, with you.
October 5, 2007