Indian Summer In New Hampshire

20 Sep

She came in the frenzy of early spring

In pelting rain from frozen white crystal;

Melting the fury of winter’s last storm

Into puddles of mud and fertile soil.


Innocently barren of the gift to bring,

Settles’ her seduction in silent committal;

Melodic and mysteriously her children were born

From her lover in summer, as she slowly recoils.


But, her children’s children, seeds in spring,

Are cradled in the weeds and flowers and in tall thistle.

Parents cut and picked, sit on a table adorned

In abundance and beauty of a passing seasons’ toil.


Now the grandmother of spring, peaks of pride in color

Of her majestic fall around the lakes and mountains of New Hampshire.


Posted by on September 20, 2015 in Love, Nature, New England, New Hampshire, Pine Cone Diaries, Poetry


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23 responses to “Indian Summer In New Hampshire

  1. moondustwriter

    October 4, 2015 at 3:13 pm

    glorious golden hills. I was thinking about winter and not wanting the colors to fade.


  2. glmeisner

    September 22, 2015 at 8:54 am

    Fascinating imagery.


  3. 1sojournal

    September 21, 2015 at 8:07 pm

    Autumn is my favorite season. Really liked how you brought the generational ties in your imagery of changing seasons. Also like your reading it aloud. That always adds so much,



  4. Loredana Donovan

    September 21, 2015 at 7:44 pm

    Indian Summer sounds beautiful & colorful in New Hampshire 🙂


  5. Kerry O'Connor

    September 21, 2015 at 1:09 pm

    What an amazing sonnet and how wonderful to hear you read it in your strong and measured pace. Thank you!


  6. Jae Rose

    September 21, 2015 at 7:46 am

    A beautiful meditation on life..time passes for all of…there is both uneasiness and the comfort of certainly in that perhaps


  7. dsnake1

    September 21, 2015 at 7:44 am

    how i wished i can see the colours of new Hampshire over here. right now it is hot and humid, and blanketed by a veil of haze from forest fires from a neighbouring country, 😦
    btw, i liked reading your poem aloud.


  8. Sumana Roy

    September 20, 2015 at 11:07 pm

    beautiful change of colors wonderfully captivated… witness all that…


  9. thotpurge

    September 20, 2015 at 9:25 pm

    The New Hampshire area is indeed quite beautiful… nice memories.


  10. Brother Ollie

    September 20, 2015 at 7:46 pm

    I’ve been down in this part of the world. Thanks for taking me back.


  11. humbird

    September 20, 2015 at 7:37 pm

    Wonderful words you found to describe seasonal changes! Love the audio!


  12. Myrna Rosa

    September 20, 2015 at 6:51 pm

    How beautiful it must be now in New Hampshire. Your poem matches the colors and the beauty there. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this.


  13. Donna@Living From Happiness

    September 20, 2015 at 6:51 pm

    Oh you know how this made my heart sing…the seasons come to life as family….I love how you worked in the generations of a family into the garden. Just exquisite!


  14. Truedessa

    September 20, 2015 at 5:49 pm

    It is nice to know that seeds will bring new life come spring…We had a beautiful day here yesterday high 80’s – perhaps summer wants to linger…

    But, her children’s children, seeds in spring,


  15. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

    September 20, 2015 at 4:34 pm

    What a gorgeous place that must be to live! Lovely to hear the poem read aloud, too.


  16. Sanaa Rizvi

    September 20, 2015 at 3:28 pm

    Wonderful images here 😀


  17. gillena

    September 20, 2015 at 1:08 pm

    Thanks for sharing this seasonal outburst of words. And how pretty your colours even though you haven’t named them

    Sunday smiles

    Much love


  18. Paul F. Lenzi

    September 20, 2015 at 12:41 pm

    oh yeah


  19. Sherry Blue Sky

    September 20, 2015 at 12:34 pm

    The colors are so beautiful there in fall. Ours have not started to change yet, but soon enough they will. I always bask in that riotous glorious beauty. Feast my eyes, knowing the winter grey will last long ,months.


  20. Nataša Dolenc

    September 20, 2015 at 12:33 pm

    beautiful imagery.


  21. x

    September 20, 2015 at 12:09 pm

    we are in an Indian summer now, it was 94 yesterday I feel bad for the plants because the are caught in transformation ans unsure which way to go I like how you used lineage in this.


  22. kaykuala h

    September 20, 2015 at 10:21 am

    In abundance and beauty of a passing seasons’ toil.
    Now the grandmother of spring, peaks of pride in color
    Of her majestic fall around the lakes and mountains of New Hampshire.

    How heavenly it is to witness the spring-like beauty in early Autumn complete with the rusty brown color of the maple leaves emerging. The uniqueness of New Hampshire so they say! What better than accompanied with your audio, ZQ! Great!



  23. Mary

    September 20, 2015 at 10:09 am

    I like the idea that the children’s children are cradled in the weeds and flowers, in the small thistles! Our future is secure, knowing this. There will be rebirth…next spring…as always.



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