Indian Summer

Tulips tickled on Tuesday, sun offers a surprise.

Monday flirts with desire, with forecasts in mind.

Amber annuals called forward, apparent time to arise.

Death waits patiently for weather’s demise.

Arriving chilled clouds, moments unexpected.

Surprisingly enshrouded with snow unprotected.

December confused in paradise eyes.

Viciously teasing in cruel disguise.

Nourishing hope, love reminisces.

Blissful memories; warm summer kisses.

False sense of security, reality runs amiss.

Arms spread wide with welcoming blooms.

Pose for attention, spring time assumed.

Stings of frost embraced in its place.

A cold front ambush, frozen slapped face.

Received with love reserved for sunshine.

December reminded, although often unkind.

Time an idea only humans can chase.

Winter is here, summer misplaced.