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”

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”

Equinox

The first day of autumn will tumble in;  leaves will crumble into a mosaic rug, the soil will gentle back to humus,  the birds will nestle in their twigs, pulling down-feathers over heads, and I will sit in at my favorite window  sipping tea, waiting for the glass to fog. —C.L. Fisher, September 2020 UnlessContinue reading “Equinox”

Mosaic

The clear water strokes over,  colors the stream like a live  painting, the water a brush  moving over stones in tones of amber, sage, citrine —  some covered in shades  of green moss below fish gliding over, glinting like quicksilver, swimming over earthen shaded pebbles  –raw sienna to  burnt umber —  peaceful mosaics under theContinue reading “Mosaic”

Chasing Butterflies

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou Sometimes we chase butterflies, attracted to the finished bloom of wing, the sweet flutter of refined beauty,  the canvas completed, the masterpiece; but there is change and hard work  that mustContinue reading “Chasing Butterflies”