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”