A Hushing Fall

“A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air…whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.”

― Nathaniel Hawthorne

The soft silence of snow,

the morning’s crisp cold,

the hushing fall of so many

tiny, crystal worlds cocooning

us into a long-needed pause,

and I welcome the suspended calm.

—C.L. Fisher, February 2022

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

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