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”

Possibility of Snow

“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” — Edmund Hillary Anticipating the cold, knowing that sharp drop and freezing wind might bring snow, and while my heart longs for the warmth and light of spring, I think it might beContinue reading “Possibility of Snow”

Passages

…when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” — Andrew Wyeth Too soon this bloom  broke through the fallow  ground, the beckoning sun  teasing an early spring, soaking the soil with warmth,  but winter willContinue reading “Passages”

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”