Thin Air

“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.” — E.B. White We wear the gray  of winter like a heavy coat, the long “a”  even sounds weighted  and tired, but January  exhales a thin air  after autumn’s bluster  thins the trees,  earth’sContinue reading “Thin Air”

Where Has the Rain Gone?

…with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby. — Langston Hughes I’d like to hear the rain again, smell the air fresh just as it begins, watch as the birds find shelter, fluff  their dewy feathers, content as I am  to just listen to the comforting thrumming, a susurration only falling waterContinue reading “Where Has the Rain Gone?”

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”

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”

What October?

I forgot it was October, the day opened bright and warmed past most September highs,  and I thought we were back in July, the summer just beginning its final act, the long sun-days that stretch into tomorrow, but November will arrive, settle the sunny- blue into a cool-gray and I’ll remember how fall teases usContinue reading “What October?”

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”