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Thanks to Give

Give thanks to him who made the heavenly lights— His faithful love endures forever. — Psalm 136:7 I see the noon sun through a favorite tree, this bur oak that is letting loose leaves and acorns, returning humus to the earth, a cycle of renewal which requires rest, and these changing leaves and thinning treesContinue reading “Thanks to Give”

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”

Cozy Feelings

You can never get a good cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me. — C.S. Lewis The north wind advanced changing the edge of our season — autumn’s true fall, the covering of summer’s sun by the blustering wind that somehow settles us to cozy feelings, and I holdContinue reading “Cozy Feelings”

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”

Fall Feels

Ready for fall feels — October winds with that mild chill, fellowship gatherings and pumpkin patches, days when memory lingers in candlelight, and every changing leaf holds a promise of Christmas. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, orContinue reading “Fall Feels”

First Signs

Here are the beginnings, the first turn of leaf, a fall burst of orange or shades of yellow, the green apple-like acorn resting in the frilled nest until the woven wood cap weakens its grip, lets go the darkened nut, and ages into a peachy, golden tan, and I long to walk under a canopyContinue reading “First Signs”

Before Dusk

You caught my eye, this slight movement as I watched the sun’s long-lingering rays, slant shafts of yellow layering between shadows beginning to rise…. And I wondered why — you had such a cozy bed, a home of nutrients and shade, so why are you inching up this brick, away from the silken petal ofContinue reading “Before Dusk”

“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”

Pining for Renewal on Sunday Morning

Earth knows no desolation, She smells regeneration In the moist breath of decay.” — George Meredith, English Poet The house is quiet as darkness sits with me in this early hour while I sip my coffee and consider the day ahead. A warm afternoon is promised, and so is a family picnic, some longContinue reading “Pining for Renewal on Sunday Morning”

Extremes

We cleaned gutters yesterday — pulled pine and cypress needles from the long trays in anticipation of a coming north-wind storm. It was 90 degrees, but this morning is projected to bring the first drops of ice and rain, following with inches of snow during the next few days. Such fast change. I feelContinue reading “Extremes”