November 3, 2017
Photo by Rowan Wielblad
Indian Summer Evening
A Poem by Mark S. Peel
Ionized, the air swirls skyward.
Reds, oranges, and other mystical mixtures
throb, undulate up to the eerie horizon.
Depth is added by Renoir trees
and expiring brush strokes.
Clouds are dispersed, random, indiscreetly suggestive.
Leaves cartwheel and skip across bodies and paths.
But it is the sunset – a farewell of brilliance –
bright, searching magenta blends
which crowd the unrelenting
mountain profile and, finally,
sag into the delivery of darkness.
That which remains bids fair warning
to those who doubt the configurations and powers of
an Indian summer evening.