Indian Summer

Just yesterday, there was only a subtle hint of autumn color. Today, the single tree fades into yellows, oranges and reds no longer a solitary hued figure. A cluster of distant trees flow south to north in a mix of fading paled rainbows. Dark greens once ebony emeralds slip into yellowing mustards regular, bold and spicy. Reds burgundy wined flow to rosier blends of umber brittle and browning free floating on the air stream. Today, summer is finally done bowing low in the cool winds of autumn’s entrance. Tomorrow lay in quiet hold sullen, somber and stiff cold waiting on the melancholic white of winter, For the moment though, fall harvests the pumpkins and yellow maize a bounty for the cribs and sculptors. Winter bids time, waiting turn listening for the call imparting Indian Summer goodbyes.