Uncategorized – Poetic Meanderings

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”

Be Still

Much as a bird alights on a pillar far from the shore and finds comfort in moonlight’s stillness, I sit alone amid Uncertainty’s ocean held tightly by God’s serene absoluteness. —C.L. Fisher, February 2023 Psalm 46 #the100dayproject, Day 2 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may notContinue reading “Be Still”

The Waking Soil

Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy!Let the trees of the forest sing for joy… — Psalm 96:12, NLT When the blooms remind us of the nearing spring, the refreshed roots shooting up through the waking soil, the unfurling leaves, petals, wings — life in abundance, the blessings of living amid God’sContinue reading “The Waking Soil”

Wildflowers

“Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.” – Lady Bird Johnson I spent the day in a field of wildflowers, underneath a moody sky, lazing amid sun-kissed petals, dazed by dancing butterfly wings. —C.L. Fisher, January 2023 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work ofContinue reading “Wildflowers”