“A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. I remember June afternoons when I was five, I would stretch out on cool grass, imagine myself a giant waking in a land of slim, green people wearing bright, funny hats — oh, those long & glorious days of childhood. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022Continue reading “In the Land of Daisies”
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When We Were New
“The soul is healed by being with children.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky When we were new, so young, and the world a beautiful mystery, when an empty suburban lot became an open prairie, when the water running alongside the curb seemed a mighty river, when a backyard swing took us on grand adventures, when afternoons wereContinue reading “When We Were New”
Snow Wishes
“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person” — Sylvia Plath These lovely, powdery-velvet leaves remind me of a snowy morning, the kind you expect because just before bed the sky-dome held that soft and gentle lighted-haze that all children knowContinue reading “Snow Wishes”
Carefree
Remember when summer tasted like fresh grass blades, the kind you chewed as you walked, face up to gather the sun, when late afternoon held the aroma of rain, and watermelon was salted and eaten on a tailgate, when June felt like freedom, freewheeling down the sidewalk on your bike or skipping your Lemon Twister,Continue reading “Carefree”
Dreamy Days
The sky was calling me to bask outside, to feel the solar rays and the easy breeze of an uncharacteristically cool June day — and those swirling clouds slowly changing shape reminded me of the glorious ways of childhood summers, dreamy days, rock collecting, daisy-bouquet making, bluejay chasing days when it seemed I had all Continue reading “Dreamy Days”
Silly Face
A funny grin, a look-at-me and laugh, a catch-me-if-you-can run right at me as I sit on the floor pretending not to notice so that I can trap you as you pass, and my heart is full as you say I love you in every giggle and hug, every pummeling run that knocks me overContinue reading “Silly Face”
An Echo
She hopscotches along the edge of a playground as I add numbers or answer emails; she skips alongside me at social events— graduations, weddings, funerals— waiting for me to notice, reminding me there is more in a moment than ceremony or sadness; she sits beside me in silent kindness when I cry, and she rushesContinue reading “An Echo”
Chasing Stardust
She lost herself in thought, the way she had in childhood, chasing stardust and a trail of flowers to a land of green hills and open sky, a place she visits anytime she has a minute to wander past a river to a garden where she and her butterfly friends attend a picnic under theContinue reading “Chasing Stardust”
Change
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” ― Jim Bishop Too few are the days of layered-leaves, those nippy fall afternoons we wander under the golden boughs full of blazing foliage that beseeches us to linger in the fading light, cozy under our scarves and mittens and filled with expectancy for theContinue reading “Change”
Bright Air & Ashes
It catches me sometimes when I’m unaware, when I step out to feel the warmth on my face, to hear the birds, the bright air in full sun that tastes of dirt and light, like the earth after a blue-sky rain — the taste of childhood. That scent takes me to swings and trees, toContinue reading “Bright Air & Ashes”
Poetic Meanderings 