Indian Summer
The trumpet
flower announces a new season.
Spilling out notes of
saffron, and fuchsia,
russet and a fiery whirl
of Autumn blaze.
The bell amplifying the
autumnal sounds
of reapers, harvesters
and creaking wheels.
Honking echelons of
tourists winging south
to a winter vacation,
for their yearly migration.
Wilted summer days
turning into crackling leaves
and pumpkin harvests ,
with sweater kissed breezes
Exhaling the last dog
days of an Indian summer
Refuge of Regrets
We regret the unfamiliar
Because we do not know.
We regret the past
Because we
were afraid.
We regret steps not
taken
Because of uncertainty.
We regret the useless
Because we have no
ideas.
We regret the storms
Because we are
unprepared.
There are no regrets
Because we dream.
We dream
Because they are a refuge from regrets.
Carol Tahir lives in Southern California with her husband and three dogs. She loves to paint and write poetry, after working in the beauty industry for many years. A few of her poems have been in online journals and anthologies.
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