Indian Summer Autumn

The holly berries reveal a bronzing tint of orange on their journey to becoming deep, dark, blood reds. Soon the three bonded trees will glow in vibrant color held bold and standing out against the snow and waxy green. This is the robins and the blue jays favorite winter treat stolen and devoured in one cold, harsh winter day. Off in the distance, some trees are fully naked while others unexposed wait to undress. Some have color barely faded held on the palette of distinction still full with greens, yellows, crimson reds and orange. Others stretch and open up the blue ocean of the sky and but for one or two cloudy wisps, brilliant beneath the sun. Now and then there comes the rush and slurried breeze moving through defoliating leaves then holding still and quiet playing a game of peek a boo throughout the days of mixing warm, hot, cold, gentle, and rough Indian Summer Autumn.