“Every leaf speaks bliss to me.” — Emily Bronte
In that funny way
that some husbands
have of teasing,
in which my husband
excels, today he calls
me a peeping leaf-er,
so I laugh and say
he means a leaf peeper,
but he knows and winks,
so I tell him that I’ll wear
that title proudly,
as I climb the park bench,
reach my arms out
as far as I can,
his ever protective
hand on my hip
to steady me
as I snap one
more picture.
—C.L. Fisher, November 2020
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