The Indian Summer

English: Indian Summer
English: Indian Summer (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A cackle of geese far receding
as if trying to escape the hot
wind that rushes upon them
is now let loose over the arid
plains now devoid of water.

With lips parched and shriveled skin
every now and then, a farmer
with a sweating brow looks
up to the sky to deliver for he
cannot bear the earthly pangs.

On the lookout to wet their thirst
Hark, they say, is it thunder?
whenever they hear large sounds
in the distance that turn out to
be a mirage as the birds arrive.

It is the Indian summer no doubt
conditions dreaded by many a traveler
as it seldom leaves you from clutches
that are humid and hot as you cry
and pray for the monsoon to arrive.

34 thoughts on “The Indian Summer

  1. Sunith, I just re -read your beautiful poem/prose and could identify so deeply with the content – oh, I do know how it feels to long for the gift of rain…

  2. I think it is a little bit like the “Altweibersommer” in Austria – with special smell and wonderful colours. The last warm weather in year, befor wintertime comes. It is a great time in year.

      1. It sounds like a long time. The “Altweibersommer” are only a few days in autumn.

        I love the picture you gave to this post.

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