What Lingers II

Besides the Autumn poets sing, a few prosaic days, a little this side of the snow, and that side of the Haze.” ― Emily Dickinson Memories are in every changing season — the first snow of winter, the sweet breezes  of warm spring days, the bright-heat of summer, and fall’s first lingering haze. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “What Lingers II”

Resting Season

“The heart of autumn must have broken here and poured its treasure upon the leaves.” — Charlotte Bates I wait for that day, the true break, when autumn scatters her fiery tears, releasing her full flung beauty in a mass of golden treasure that heaps at the feet of bare- limbed trees, and that northerlyContinue reading “Resting Season”

What October?

I forgot it was October, the day opened bright and warmed past most September highs,  and I thought we were back in July, the summer just beginning its final act, the long sun-days that stretch into tomorrow, but November will arrive, settle the sunny- blue into a cool-gray and I’ll remember how fall teases usContinue reading “What October?”

Denouement

Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before…. — Ecclesiastes 3:15 What adornment does nature need? None other than the elemental realness of soil, water, nutrients — the truth of a fallen leaf, the honesty of split bark, the epiphany of scattered petals — all becoming a denouement of autumn, aContinue reading “Denouement”

A Gift of Fall

… waving woods and waters wild do hymn an autumn sound. —Elizabeth Barrett Browning We pretend it is fall,  and the world  consents, so we open windows, listen to the steady drops, nap near a window where the cloud- cooled winds gently greet us,  put a soup  on a low,  slow simmer, and linger overContinue reading “A Gift of Fall”

This Time

We fell into a rhythm of holidays and seasonal change, cool to cold days, gray skies and pearl moon evenings with games, bonfires, and homecoming parades.   We gathered and shared food, stories, gifts, fellowship. We reached across the table,  held hands when we prayed,  pressed in together, cheek  to cheek when we arrived  andContinue reading “This Time”

Change

“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 theContinue reading “Change”