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Lullaby

I feel heavy, weighted, like there is lead lining my pockets, stones filling my head, and every part of me feels pulled to bed, but I take one last look, step under a glowing moon cradled in the crook of our bare-limbed pear-tree, just hovering near, reminding me dreams await, and so I surrender toContinue reading “Lullaby”

The First Pleasure

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures. — Francis Bacon I imagine Eve tended the roses that bloomed in the garden, dreamily losing herself down the silky stairwells into a beauty that stills the soul. —C.L. Fisher, January 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images areContinue reading “The First Pleasure”

Slipstream

“I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise…” — Anne Bronte Just one more note, a crescendo stilling me to rest, the coming silence welcome — may it ease me into a slipstream of unconsciousness, the place of dreaming, the place where the grappling sound finds image, diffusing the day’sContinue reading “Slipstream”

A Season

“Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful.” — William Stafford In the golden season, the grappling-gray of our waiting winter must soon begin. And we will refuse the bitter gall that rises when spring leavesContinue reading “A Season”

Stretches

I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” —Wendell Berry from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry A path, a walkway, a cobbled track, hiking trails and mountain passes,Continue reading “Stretches”

Break

I need a break from reason — too much time I’ve spent in figuring sums and reading the fine print — a signature goes hear, check this box, send to this address, postmark by this date — I need yellow daisies and pollen-heavy bees, a drowsy day in spring, the gentle warmth of midmorning inContinue reading “Break”

Dawn Chorus

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.” — Claude Monet What do the birds know that makes them join the dawn chorus, silhouettes on a wire, shadows underneath a sleepy moon — they are as primed to greet the sun as the mellow lunar orb is ready to retreat, find rest withinContinue reading “Dawn Chorus”

Last Leaf

“I would always look up and wonder if I would be blest to see the last single leaf holding on-“ —gracegardenpoems This was truly the last leaf from the bur oak tree, a hold from our memory of a green and lush spring under a sky as blue as the Bay at Naples, and theContinue reading “Last Leaf”

What Is

Then He asked them, “But who do you say I am?” — Matthew 16:15 In the newness of another year, in the dew of dawning possibility, in the January-cold reality that winter must finish before spring begins, in the resetting of dates to celebrate all yearly hallmarks that hold meaning, in the realization that timeContinue reading “What Is”

Ad Infinitum

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. — William Wordsworth If you don’t mind, I would just like to sit here for a while, no schedule, no ticking-clock, no deadlines, with the only expectation the next quiet moment…. AdContinue reading “Ad Infinitum”