Not Quite Indian Summer

Long pine needles 
        sway in the 
cool breeze from 
        the west; brown 
needles 
        fall and fall
in fall. 
        Sky blue sky in the 
western sky
        over the Big 
Lake. Bright 
        sun directly overhead. 
Sun dial on 
        zero. Waves crash 
the shore roaring 
    over and 
	down the
               dune. 
	Not quite 
Indian
	Summer
	    but
	       soon.

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