Autumn’s Cotillion

Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning The last dance of the butterflies in this mid-October homage  to spring, the wildflowers wait for the shift to northern winds, for frost to touch the ground  and silence growth, but today there is time to flit and flutter  underContinue reading “Autumn’s Cotillion”

The Golden Hour

By all these lovely tokens, September days are here. – Helen Hunt Jackson The last throes of summer hasten autumn’s first release… Oh, the golden hour before the earth’s fallow sleep. —C.L. Fisher, September 22 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, orContinue reading “The Golden Hour”

Change

Watch snow resolve itself through branches — Paul Zimmer Even the most remote and deepest reaches  of what is frozen melts to some degree,  shifts, drifts, becomes less, even if destined to build back up again, every earthy-thing  takes a breath from constancy…. There is a season for everything. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “Change”

Winter Trees 

The leaves gone and the bark. As if a man stood, stark, Till all had fallen away… — W.D Snodgrass We are bound to seasons, stitched within the movement  of time, we, like the trees, must stand stark in the breath of February, waiting for a new coat of green. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 UnlessContinue reading “Winter Trees “

Shake Loose the Frail Branches

The little reeds bowed low and sang a mournful song,…bending to the force of the wind. — Aesop They warn the winds will rage fierce today,  warm winds, tall winds, wild west-southwesterly  winds that will shudder our homes, shake loose the frail branches, scatter dandelions and tumbleweeds, and such winds bring a disquiet, an unsettlingContinue reading “Shake Loose the Frail Branches”

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”