Tag Archives: autumn

The Stations of the Year

“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done” Emily Dickinson, Poem #342 Chalice after chalice opened day after day Until autumn crocus filled and faded. That holy season closed with their benediction. Blessed be the smaller celebrations of winter camellia … Continue reading

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Spendthrift Autumn, Frugal Winter

Spendthrift autumn dances, winds tossing the bright coin of trees in her wake. Leaves—red, golden, brown–curl dry, caught where shrubs meet earth, huddle near roots. Rain softens spent leaves. Frugal winter hoards autumn’s debris in root cellars, stocks those cold … Continue reading

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Fading Glory

Pink asters sound alarms! September ends!  October’s crisper days are not their friends. My fingers work their soil: Asters earn praise.  That’s my reward for toil.  Smiles light my days. Reflected glory swarms my gardener’s heart.  Leaves shrivel, blooms shrink: … Continue reading

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Becoming Visible

Between the roof of sky And the arch of flaming trees, We linger, stunned by color, and Dazed by the sunset of the year Are reluctant to seek shelter Under roofs we’ve built ourselves.   Sunset dwindles into twilight, And … Continue reading

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Crickets

Cicadas, of course; and crickets. Provence thinks it owns cicadas: Ceramic cicadas, cicadas printed on tablecloths, Wind-up cicadas click, click, click. As one who’s returned from France to homeland cicadas in Maryland, Virginia, Ohio. I feel closer to crickets. The … Continue reading

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