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”

Where Did the Slow Go?

Why is this October almost over? I’ve just begun to sink into this falling month, when sunset comes with dinner, when the moon beckons us to look up and look far, when the wind  turns in from the north, whispers stories  through leaves, when life is supposed  to slow, allow us to gather up parts Continue reading “Where Did the Slow Go?”

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”

Walking Amid Trees

The birds nest beside the streams and sing among the branches of the trees. — Psalm 104:12, NLT To stay under the wide arms stretching out to a calming blue, under the plumes of green, silver,  to gold and a deepening orange; to sit, back against the bark, and wonder how much life has passedContinue reading “Walking Amid Trees”

Packing for Winter

A scattering of green valentines had spilled upon the ground, and I bent down to wonder at the beauty when she appeared, scurried under and over the heart-shaped leaves, her long, thin legs trying to fold  and pack the tender green into her lady-bug back, as if storing summer’s love letters to read in winter.Continue reading “Packing for Winter”

Walking Into October

Early in the morning,  just as the sun rose high  enough to warm without blinding us, we walked  into October. The birds  sang that cheery song that seems a release  of summer’s heat, a heralding for the tucked-in time of nesting in the warmth  of home. The curl of leaves  taking on the hues ofContinue reading “Walking Into October”

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”