, July 6. 2003 -- [ Indian Summer ] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sophir of sky with golden, sunny rays, a pinch of breeze, a pinch of haze, permit of join, sacrament of days, silkness of green meadows, communion of fog's lace. The birds morning whisper, fresh air is meadow-sweet, cool ocean's water begs to bare feet, wrapped in the rainbow beauty and serenity of Indian Summer, its indentity. Of meadows and forests a colorfull rain, Indian Summer is ending, my soul is in pain. Copyright by Olenkamajka Edmonton, Canada