The great brooding stillness over and through everything is so full of God. One does not wonder that He used to take His people out into the wilderness to teach them.” — Lilias Trotter
Passenger eyes gazing out
of the car window while you drive
just outside of Sterling, I see
the scrub and thistle of West Texas
bush, dry and thatched mesquite,
the layered pastels of sunset
meeting the flat tops, the scene
I imagine whenever the word
landscape comes up, memory
upon memory of this steady
and familiar road I’ve traveled
since before I was born but only
recently slowed down enough to see it.
C.L.Fisher, January 2023
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Poetic Meanderings 