The colors of the season

Today the wind makes the reds,and golds, and orange leaves dance in the grey day. The lake is rushing eastward searching for a sun that refuses to leave the clouds.

The golden leaves on the white birch trees drop to the ground and add to the creation of color close to the house and on the beach.

The quiet rain covers the scene and the drops of mist on the leaves make them shimmer, even in the dull light of this day.

It is quiet except for the squawking of the blue jays ,as they dash back and forth to and from the feeders. Summer birds seemed to have gone, but I have faith that the chickadees and gold finch are just waiting for the rain to stop.

The sand hill stands out across the-lake, and the colors of the small trees are muted in the mist. The tall evergreens appear almost black in color, as they stand silently, seeming to protect the scene.

The rain has eased its tempo, and now a small chipmunk, under the feeders, searches for the dropped seeds.

True, as planned, a tiny goldfinch has returned to add more color to this beautiful day. Even in its grayness, it is a beautiful day!