Linda M. Fischer
When I give local readings I am often introduced as the garden poet, because I tend to see life through the lens of a natural setting and my poems often reflect my propensity for gardening. Not surprisingly, the first of my poems to see print was in Fine Gardening magazine in 2001. Since then I’ve been publishing routinely in the small press (Ibbetson Street, Atlanta Review, and Poetry East, to name a few). I’ve authored 2 chapbooks which are listed on my website: lindamfischer.com
The venerable maple blazons its golds
as brilliantly as a hot sun—only
the artist’s brush could do it justice:
the rich mahogany and russet of the dogwoods,
hostas cold-bleached to yellow.
I watch the leaves falling one by one,
surrendering to the coming solstice, unalterably
numbered as grains of sand. The season
steals upon me by degrees, imperceptibly,
as I catch a last look backward.
-first published in Avocet (fall, 2009)
©2015 Linda M. Fischer