Poem of the Month Indian Summer The leaves are a riot of color. A squirrel scampers across The flaming red branches. A woodchuck has come out of his burrow, Sees his shadow but decides to take one more Nibble out of the still green lawn. Red eared sliders rise to the surface, Their glistening black shells Absorb the last warm rays of the sun. A box turtle sticks his head up Through his leaf pile, scans the brilliant day And exclaims “One more worm!” before hibernation. I take a last walk through the park. Yellow and russet leaves fall around me. Here, among the stately rising trees I am in the true cathedral of our Lord! © 2009 Leona M Seufert

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