Rain

“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” — Langston Hughes The thunder started and I hurried outside  hoping for those plodding drops that begin  before the full shower arrives — they landed, tiny, clear miracles kissing a welcoming earth, and theContinue reading “Rain”

Luminescence

Praise Him, sun and moon; Praise Him, all you stars of light—Psalm 148:3 What twilight, what pre-dawn, what in between- lilac dream will I find, if I am still and willing to linger long, in the meeting space of moon and sun? —C.L. Fisher, March 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are theContinue reading “Luminescence”

Sky Haiku 2

Sing to the one who rides across the ancient heavens, His mighty voice thundering from the sky. — Psalm 68:33 Serenade in blue, sweet carol to sleeping blooms — spring-warm lullaby.   –C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used,Continue reading “Sky Haiku 2”

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”

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”

If I’m Still…

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed. – Washington Irving I can see beloved faces, trace each precious line, follow each curve,… I can hear laughter, feel aContinue reading “If I’m Still…”