The Flickering Hour

I’m settling in from the day,

leaning into my everything-

from-here chair, where I write,

draw, read, think…..I reflect

on the day, replay moments,

consider all that happened

from my 4am waking to

this slow ending, sun fading

on the horizon like pixie-dust,

the curtain across from me

haloed with the last amber

light like a beeswax candle

in the final flickers before

burning out, extinguishing

the last wakeful hour

into the twilight smoke

of dreams.

—C.L. Fisher, May 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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