Leaf Peeping

“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

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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