Resting Season

“The heart of autumn must have broken here and poured its treasure upon the leaves.” — Charlotte Bates I wait for that day, the true break, when autumn scatters her fiery tears, releasing her full flung beauty in a mass of golden treasure that heaps at the feet of bare- limbed trees, and that northerlyContinue reading “Resting Season”

What Lingers

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. — James M. Barrie Memories can attach  to a cello note, cling to walls, reside in the folds of a loved one’s clothes, or embed into a flower’s essence, time suspended in a rose. —C.L. Fisher, October 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writingsContinue reading “What Lingers”

Familiar Rhythms

After a trial, once the storm  has passed, those hours  after your heart  has been beating so fast, in the still-falling hush once you can breathe again, you find solace in the simplest gifts, the quiet of evening, your own favorite chair, the way sunset casts light through a parted curtain, and you settle intoContinue reading “Familiar Rhythms”

What October?

I forgot it was October, the day opened bright and warmed past most September highs,  and I thought we were back in July, the summer just beginning its final act, the long sun-days that stretch into tomorrow, but November will arrive, settle the sunny- blue into a cool-gray and I’ll remember how fall teases usContinue reading “What October?”

No Goodbyes

“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.” —Winnie the Pooh We had a reception— balloons, cookies, a special cake; we signed little  notes, took photos, shared reminiscences— and as I stood back in one corner to take a moment to consider howContinue reading “No Goodbyes”

A Vast Vision

The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created.  He breathed the word, and all the stars were born. — Psalm 33:6 I turned this image  upside down, imagining the clouds from heaven’s  perspective  and I was surprised how endless it seemed without the grounding of a horizon— my angle starting above the skyline— andContinue reading “A Vast Vision”

A Lush Life

Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! — Psalm 96:12 A smear and dab of yellow wash begins my practice — no theme, no subject, just memory of blooms and whimsy with shape and color, and I find a stillness and peace as I fill my brush with hued water, contemplating life,Continue reading “A Lush Life”

Remembrances

Such remembrances we have…. We might mark a certain date, celebrate it every year, or keep a tattered square of cloth from a childhood quilt,  or carry a frayed picture of a grandmother or cousin; we might have pressed petals, yellowing letters, or faded  Christmas cards…. But sometimes we just hold  intangible, precious memories  inside,Continue reading “Remembrances”