“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” ― Jim Bishop
Too few are the days of layered-leaves,
those nippy fall afternoons we wander
under the golden boughs full of blazing
foliage that beseeches us to linger
in the fading light, cozy under our scarves
and mittens and filled with expectancy
for the change that must come.
If only we could hold to those in-between
weather-ways that feel so much
like the most treasured memories
of childhood.
—C.L. Fisher, December 2020
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