
Early in the morning,
just as the sun rose high
enough to warm without
blinding us, we walked
into October. The birds
sang that cheery song
that seems a release
of summer’s heat,
a heralding for the tucked-in
time of nesting in the warmth
of home. The curl of leaves
taking on the hues of autumn
reminded us of the stark
limbs to come, bare
branches that reach
out in winter, aching
for the spring,
the renewal of green
and life that reaches
down to take root
and replenish earth.
Winter comes to still
the world into hibernation
so that waking
from cold we are ready
to till, to turn the soil
over, to watch the tender
bud again.

—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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We are sharing similar seasonal sentiments simultaneously, it seems. ❤ Love this! 🙂
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