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.
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