We cleaned gutters yesterday —

pulled pine and cypress needles

from the long trays in anticipation 

of a coming north-wind storm.

It was 90 degrees, but this morning

is projected to bring the first drops

of ice and rain, following with inches

of snow during the next few days.  

Such fast change.  I feel my age, 

the inability to deal with extremes, 

and I pray for more even times, 

when autumn gentles over us 

for extended weeks, slowly lowering

the temperatures before moving aside 

and letting the heavy cloak of winter 

settle us into a willing slumber.

—C.L. Fisher, October 2020

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