His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from His hands, where His awesome power is hidden. — Habakkuk 3:4 The sun nestled near the rising mountains, the great gray mountains peach-kissed by warming rays, just as it has been since dawn’s creation, and I count each day I’ve lived, eachContinue reading “Another Day”
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Entire Worlds II
These rare shooting stars cast tall shadows on petals, a sight few behold. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
Entire Worlds I
Bright stars in purple — center of light extending — blooming universe. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
Lil’ Broken Wing
Many people say, “Who will show us better times?” Let your face smile on us, Lord. You have given me greater joy than those who have abundant harvests of grain and new wine. In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe. —Psalm 4:6-8 Alight upon thisContinue reading “Lil’ Broken Wing”
A Crimson Remembrance
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,… — from *In Flanders Fields by John McCrae The lime from fallen mortar, a remnant from when too many young men died fighting another war that became remembrance, fed the poppies in Flanders Fields, and the red, a deep red tinged in black, in rows and rows ofContinue reading “A Crimson Remembrance”
Hued Memories
I’ve been dreaming in florals, swirling petals, long and elegant stems that sway in some far away garden, hints of darkened blossoms taking shape, hued memory awakening me to paint. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributedContinue reading “Hued Memories”
Washes
A gentle push of the brush with just the right touch to move the washes into shape, and I wonder at the cool-release of creating art….just the joy of letting go and being in the moment of imagery and hued-metaphor, with no knowledge of where a composition will take me. —C.L. Fisher, September, 2021 UnlessContinue reading “Washes”
If
If I could fly into the branches, tuck in my wings like the morning dove, I would sit for hours, see the dawn’s dappled-climb, trace the shadows of a mid-day sun, rest my eyes on the horizon as day dissipates into darkness, and wait for the shimmering stars in the milky-glow of a waning crescent.Continue reading “If”
Breathtaking
The light hit in just the right slant, rays breaking in, the blue of the sky diving into the deeper amber shades on the far horizon and I feel as if I am at the bottom of a lake, slowly being pulled to the surface, satisfied to be drowning in one breathtaking moment. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “Breathtaking”
The Iris
She doesn’t know how deeply she reflects the beauty of movement, a hued grace, the glint of light and deep tint of lavender or blue, and she stills, petals in elegant folds, a ballerina posed, elegance in perfect arabesque. —C.L. Fisher, Sept, 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “The Iris”
Poetic Meanderings 