Before the Frost

“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.

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