I hope for an Indian Summer this year

Deep in the throws of autumn when I have

Almost all but forgotten that day on Assateague

How it felt to dive under a wave, a false baptism

Of water and salt.

I hope for an Indian Summer because 

Just one more day, or two before the earth

Shoves us into the short, cold days of winter

Only a few moments to remember with tenderness

Some freedom and fun.

-LGF