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?”
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What Season
What season sits green, lush wet in cool denial? —The dawn of autumn. —C.L. Fisher, October 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
Bonfire Season
Just today, this morning when we returned from walking, just as the sun turned tangerine in the sky, we saw the leaves on our pear tree in the first hue of autumn, that golden tint that begins to curl and dry the green until the stem releases and all the world falls into the bonfireContinue reading “Bonfire Season”
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”
Waking
We felt a chill this morning, a reminder that winter is not sleeping, those icy fingers are still reaching from the waking soil, grasping us in the gray, holding onto the wait before May’s stormy arrival when darkened clouds bring the necessary rains and the earth radiates the heat summer will soon release. The crueltyContinue reading “Waking”
Fallow Nights
I know the wind is coming today — a prediction our weathermen inevitably get right even when they too often ready us for a rain that disappoints, but the wind, we West Texans know, will come. This day will bring a northern gust, a cool turning to a colder rush, a reminder that winter stillContinue reading “Fallow Nights”
This Time
We fell into a rhythm of holidays and seasonal change, cool to cold days, gray skies and pearl moon evenings with games, bonfires, and homecoming parades. We gathered and shared food, stories, gifts, fellowship. We reached across the table, held hands when we prayed, pressed in together, cheek to cheek when we arrived andContinue reading “This Time”
Slim Chance of Snow
“As long as the earth remains, there will be planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night.” — Genesis 8:22, NLT We awoke to a weather change, that full kind of sky, full of light, full of expectation, full of what might fall, and we baked some gingerbread scones, brewed anotherContinue reading “Slim Chance of Snow”
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”
Holding Pattern
I’ve pushed my jackets and sweaters back to the far corner of my closet, again. They had a brief airing, a few days of wearing before sunny summer woke from but a brief nap. We all long for that cozy-time, snuggle under hoodies and drink hot cocoa nights; our pumpkin lattes and pumpkin sconesContinue reading “Holding Pattern”
Poetic Meanderings 