INDIAN SUMMERS SUN.

I look out of the open cafe doors

Into an indian summers sun,

A picturesque hue excites the eyes

As the timbre of noon fills the air;

I soak in the essence whilst sipping tea, eating croissant; 

Time to spare,

Welcome; the autumn heat, may it linger

May it run.

Soon, the winters breath shall touch the town

See jack frost ride his fun,

Even, when snow lays a thick gown 'round, there's always  

Winter's cheer;

Can't say, that I look forward to, this darkest time of year,

And far off shores, seems a cool idea for winter in the sun,

All these thoughts from sipping tea with croissant eats,  

        before the days work's done!