Seasonal Thoughts...

Indian Summer…
Life
like the seasons
has its place
its periods of dreams
of sowing, of reaping
and rest. 
A season for decompression
a period for reflection,
a space for tranquility
somewhere in the liminal.
Such are the Indian Summers
of our lives  
Bound in fall hues
of rusts and golds and sunset oranges,
ruminations
of whispered thought
rustling through the leaves
shimmering on still water. 
A season to reflect
assess a life,
find peace, regroup, 
before winter closes in
blanketing the world
in deep
dreamless
slumber…