Pining for Renewal on Sunday Morning

Earth knows no desolation,

She smells regeneration

In the moist breath of decay.”

— George Meredith, English Poet

The house is quiet as darkness sits 

with me in this early hour while I sip 

my coffee and consider the day ahead.  

A warm afternoon is promised, and so 

is a family picnic, some long awaited

time together.  Tomorrow the north winds 

will drive in cold and wet-ice as we begin

to feel autumn seep into our skins, a real

change that will make us believe summer 

has finally fallen into a deep sleep.  For all

my longings to see the change of seasons, 

for all my joy in the comforts and beauty 

of fall, the turn of leaves, the fair pansy

and hardy mum, pumpkin-spice, cocoa, 

long nights, cozy throws and candlelight, 

I find myself already reaching into thoughts

of new buds, blue skies, bright sun, 

the chirp of baby birds nesting in the eaves, 

and the fresh newness of spring, that pining 

for renewal our soul aches to see resonates

as a constant pull in the deepest part of me.

—C.L. Fisher, October 2020

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