Walking Into October

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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