“Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moon rise.”
— Gladys Taber
I see the sky through the deep
red petals and know the blue
will ease into gray as these
flowers fade and the world
sinks into the rest of winter,
but today I cling to the last
vestiges of summer, lingering
long in the deep slow breath of autumn.
—C.L. Fisher, November 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.
Poetic Meanderings 