Autumn Delicious and Tasty Lemon-Orzo Chicken Soup Recipe

This tasty and delicious lemon-orzo chicken soup will leave you wanting it to be autumn year long! This like chicken noodle soup will warm you up Halloween night and Thanksgiving too! It includes tasty dill and lemon that will awaken your fall senses. Just imagine having a bowl of this great soup and listening to the autumn rain and watching the autumn leaves fall!

Lemon-Orzo Chicken Soup – Ingredients

• 1 tablespoon olive oil
• 1 medium carrot, diced
• 2-3 celery stalks, diced
• 1 medium leek, white and light green parts only, finely chopped
• 2 large garlic coves, minced
• 6 cups chicken stock
• 2 chicken breasts
• 1 cup orzo
• juice of 1 small lemon
• 1 cup fresh dill, finely chopped
• Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste

Lemon-Orzo Chicken Soup – Instructions

• Heat the olive oil in a stock pot or Dutch oven and cook the carrot and celery for 4-5 minutes over medium heat.
• Add the leek and cook for 2-3 minutes, then add the garlic and continue to cook for another minute.
• Next, ad the chicken stock and chicken breasts. Bring to a boil, then lower the heat to medium low and simmer for 15 minutes with a lid placed ajar on the pot.
• Take out the cooked chicken and set it aside on a plate. Add the orzo to the pot and cook for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally so the orzo doesn’t stick to the bottom of the pot.
• Meanwhile, shred the chicken using two forks. When the orzo is cooked, add the shredded chicken back to the pot together with the lemon juice and fresh dill.
• Season to taste and serve the chicken soup immediately with your favorite crusty bread if you like.

Autumn Song – Dante Gabriel Rosseti

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf

How the heart feels a languid grief

Laid on it for a covering,

And how sleep seems a goodly thing

In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain

Falters because it is in vain,

In Autumn at the fall of the leaf

Knowest thou not? and how the chief

Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf

How the soul feels like a dried sheaf

Bound up at length for harvesting,

And how death seems a comely thing

In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

Fall, leaves, fall – Emily Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.

The Heat of Autumn – Jane Hirshfield

The heat of autumn
is different from the heat of summer.
One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.
One is a dock you walk out on,
the other the spine of a thin swimming horse
and the river each day a full measure colder.
A man with cancer leaves his wife for his lover.
Before he goes she straightens his belts in the closet,
rearranges the socks and sweaters inside the dresser
by color. That’s autumn heat:
her hand placing silver buckles with silver,
gold buckles with gold, setting each
on the hook it belongs on in a closet soon to be empty,
and calling it pleasure.

Autumn – Alice Cary

Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips

   The days, as though the sunset gates they crowd,

And Summer from her golden collar slips

   And strays through stubble-fields, and moans aloud,

Save when by fits the warmer air deceives,

   And, stealing hopeful to some sheltered bower,

She lies on pillows of the yellow leaves,

   And tries the old tunes over for an hour.

The wind, whose tender whisper in the May

   Set all the young blooms listening through th’ grove,

Sits rustling in the faded boughs to-day

   And makes his cold and unsuccessful love.

The rose has taken off her tire of red—

   The mullein-stalk its yellow stars have lost,

And the proud meadow-pink hangs down her head

   Against earth’s chilly bosom, witched with frost.

The robin, that was busy all the June,

   Before the sun had kissed the topmost bough,

Catching our hearts up in his golden tune,

   Has given place to the brown cricket now.

The very cock crows lonesomely at morn—

   Each flag and fern the shrinking stream divides—

Uneasy cattle low, and lambs forlorn

   Creep to their strawy sheds with nettled sides.

Shut up the door: who loves me must not look

   Upon the withered world, but haste to bring

His lighted candle, and his story-book,

   And live with me the poetry of Spring.

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