Indian Summer

The amber glow of sun
highlights the hue of my iris
as I sit just before the murky waters
70 degrees welcome me
to enjoy its zephyr
while I luxuriate in the rain
of golden parched leaves
birds sing lulling melodies
and in this moment
worries go into a folder of oblivion
and i close my eyes...
to thank God for his creativity.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2006.