For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. — Ecclesiastes 3:1, NLT
The once long leaves
have curled in; this sun
seeking flower pulled
up the covers and rolled
down the shades, a weary bloom
asleep in the gray haze of dawn,
a certain sign that summer
is settling back into the soil,
and autumn hovers above
the mantle of heaven ready
to impart the first kiss of cold.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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Poetic Meanderings 