The circularity of time, from ice to wind to sun, to pumpkin patches, falling leaves, and all the cozy of my favorite months — may the autumn fire stave off our winter slumber for just a little longer… Although it has just begun, I fear the loss of October, I mourn the passing ofContinue reading “The Slowing Season”
Author Archives: C.L. Fisher
September Wind
“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul.” — Peggy Toney Horton Contemplating a change, waiting on the shift, to break the heat and release late summer’s final breath as sweet autumn refreshes us again. Soon we will begin the slower pace of cool mornings, layer ourselves in cozy, lingerContinue reading “September Wind”
A Surrender to Silence
The Lord is good to those who depend on him, to those who search for him. So it is good to wait quietly… Let them sit alone in silence… — Lamentations 3: 25-26 & 28 Too many days in a wordless maze— a poetic waning, an expressive pause, a desert age, a creative fog, aContinue reading “A Surrender to Silence”
Pause
“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” —Edmund Hillary In the late spring, before the sun-soaked days of June, I dream of snow —bright white and silent— a stillness covering the earth, the pause of wintering, and all the comfortsContinue reading “Pause”
Shadow Day
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The shadow of a day of remembrance falls, Though it is still a day’s distance away, My heart begins to open that door of grief, Light the candle that will lead the way To prepare for the deep-echoing reminder For whatContinue reading “Shadow Day”
Sleepy Ducks & Ancient Trees
I will make a pathway through the wilderness. —Isaiah 43:19 Thirsting for nature, in search of forgotten hues, we went, bathed ourselves in slow days filled with questions that did not require answers— nestled in wonderment, set free among sleepy ducks and ancient trees, we found a pathway through the wilderness. —C.L. Fisher, May 2023Continue reading “Sleepy Ducks & Ancient Trees”
Nostalgia I
The sound of my pen tracing script upon the paper, ink brushed by a metal nib, a lost art form of letter writing, emoji-less. —C.L. Fisher, April 2023 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
A Simple Tale
“Sometimes the smallest things take the most room in your heart.” —A.A. Milne A hummingbird hovered in a field full of clover, no more than a flutter before the foraging mare — the horse as one willing to welcome such beauty had eyes reassuring they could always be friends. —C.L. Fisher, April 2023 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “A Simple Tale”
The Path
Stand by the ways and see and ask for the ancient paths, Where the good way is, and walk in it… —Jeremiah 6:16, NASB Photo by Caiden Horton Well-worn stones carved by years of stormwater and wild winds, a slow degradation, our Earth’s eroding ways —these are time markers, silent clocks but for the low Continue reading “The Path”
Wings
Hope is the thing with feathers… — Emily Dickinson I thought I saw a butterfly— open-winged & lofting on a pleasant purple bloom, sunning itself in the early afternoon, but little did I care it was but a petal, fluttering, flirting, inviting me to stay and soak in the beauty, content in knowing that dancingContinue reading “Wings”
Poetic Meanderings 