Sky Haiku

“If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.” ― G.K. Chesterton How many soft hues can drape dusk’s fair canopy?    God’s brush — infinite. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images areContinue reading “Sky Haiku”

A Hushing Fall

“A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air…whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne The soft silence of snow, the morning’s crisp cold, the hushing fall of so many tiny, crystal worlds cocooning us into a long-needed pause, and I welcome the suspended calm. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022Continue reading “A Hushing Fall”

Possibility of Snow

“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” — Edmund Hillary Anticipating the cold, knowing that sharp drop and freezing wind might bring snow, and while my heart longs for the warmth and light of spring, I think it might beContinue reading “Possibility of Snow”

Passages

…when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” — Andrew Wyeth Too soon this bloom  broke through the fallow  ground, the beckoning sun  teasing an early spring, soaking the soil with warmth,  but winter willContinue reading “Passages”

Vibrancy

Rosemary … for rememberance and pansies… for thoughts… — Shakespeare A pansy and some silver lace waited for me this January day, in a month that seems endless — How can it be only 5 weeks since Christmas?   2022 has rolled in slowly, hovering, heavy, almost monotone, each day like the next, but thisContinue reading “Vibrancy”

Thin Air

“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.” — E.B. White We wear the gray  of winter like a heavy coat, the long “a”  even sounds weighted  and tired, but January  exhales a thin air  after autumn’s bluster  thins the trees,  earth’sContinue reading “Thin Air”

Trees of Winter

Missing the green, I’ve become part  of the monotone gray, silhouetted against a cloudy sky, my arms stretched, seeking the warmth of a distant sun, cold and weary  as I wait for spring, walking among the leafless trees of winter. —C.L.Fisher, January 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “Trees of Winter”

Green

Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. — John Muir Let us find the green  in winter, the places  where growth thrives,  there we will seek hints of vital color, waking us to life. —C.L. Fisher, January 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. FisherContinue reading “Green”