Indian Summer

Bittersweet intimacy
Surrounds me
When the sun
Unexpectedly returns
To kiss me goodbye
From her hiding place
As if she couldn’t resist
My beckoning skin any longer

Her teasing rays
Remind me of the evenings
When I held her face
In my palms
Found my truth
In her welcoming gaze
And nirvana had never
Seemed so real before

I bask in sweet nostalgia
Desiring for a chance
For some sunlit hope
To help me get through
The darkening season
Yet I know, I have to let her go
And she disappears
As quietly as she appeared

Although the renewed blossoms
Of my dream
May wither
In her absence
The roots remain
Just like the smile that streamed
From her heart
Into mine

© Noora (2013)

34 thoughts on “Indian Summer

  1. I found a poem I started writing just before I got sick. I decided to edit and share it because I haven’t been able to finish anything else yet. Luckily, I am feeling much better today. I couldn’t be any more thankful.

    It just never ceases to surprise me how absolutely unexpected this life can be. I had just overcome a major challenge in my life, and then all of a sudden… I get sick. To be honest, I nearly lost my faith and sense of humor. I guess the Universe knows best, and all I can do is trust my journey.

    Thanks again for the vibes and thoughts. I appreciate them and I have felt them. Have a wonderful week. – Noora

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  2. Beautiful poem Noora, I think you described everything perfectly with those two words “Bittersweet intimacy”
    I am thinking of you and wishing you better times! Have a wonderfull week!

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  3. I’m not looking forward to winter either. I want to move somewhere warm. Wanna join me? I liked “bittersweet intimacy” and “sweet nostalgia” and “sunlit hope” a lot. Hope your healing continues without any problems.

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    1. Thanks, Pöetic!! The great thing about poetry is that you can often find something to relate to. There is no right or wrong way to write or read poetry. Have a great weeked.

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  4. wow this is wonderful ! I never knew Indian summers are such a beautiful thing how you pictured ! So elegant and impressively written. I wish we could have all this nostalgia initiating summers here in Pakistan too 😉

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    1. Hey there. Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed. The term “indian summer” refers to a period of warm weather that occurs after summer is officially over. Summer is a short (but passionate!) season where I live, so “indian summer” is a bittersweet meteorological phenomenon to me. 🙂

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  5. sorry i took so long to see this melancholy yet beautiful poem Noora. and yes, the Universe knows best, it is where i put my faith and trust. this passage was just lovely, it felt so familiar.

    When I held her face
    In my palms
    Found my truth
    In her welcoming gaze
    And nirvana had never
    Seemed so real before

    know that i think of you often and miss our conversations.
    please feel free to write me anytime via e mail.
    love and hugs to you, sweet Noora.

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    1. … I am glad you found something to relate to. I so much appreciate your encouraging comments. I really hope everything is good in your world. Love and light – Noora

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