A Solitary Silence

No chorus-flock waits atop  this spindle-limbed tree  as we watch the dawning, just one lone bird,  his feathers tucked, sits in sullen silence, mourning. —C.L. Fisher, August 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.

My Away

I couldn’t capture it before my commute,  as the morning’s minutes ticked me to late;  I wanted to bundle up the leftovers from a few years ago, some squandered or unwanted from another day, but time  cannot be kept like a savings account.   It swept me past noon, and as so many  days before,Continue reading “My Away”