Indian Summer

Late sun through the window Red across the sky I'm lying on my bed With nothing left to try Somewhere down the road I hear them laughing still Children walking slowly Warmth between the hills Indian summer Not yet Not yet Indian summer Still warm Still warm I thought by now The leaves would turn I'd made my peace With what I'd learned But something held The evening long Like one more breath Before the song is gone Indian summer Not yet Not yet Indian summer Still warm Still warm I don't need to name it I don't need to keep it I just need to be here While the sky is red Nothing left to carry Nothing left to prove Just the smell of living And a room with a view Indian summer Not yet Not yet Indian summer Still warm Still warm Still warm Still here