Much as a bird alights on a pillar far from the shore and finds comfort in moonlight’s stillness, I sit alone amid Uncertainty’s ocean held tightly by God’s serene absoluteness. —C.L. Fisher, February 2023 Psalm 46 #the100dayproject, Day 2 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may notContinue reading “Be Still”
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Grief Blooms
Grief comes in shadows —a ponderous darkness pierced by light, beautiful shades of imperfect violets infused with so many lovely hues that, if we are accepting of truth, bloom into the fullness of sweet memories. —C.L. Fisher, January 2023 George Michael Wilks, November 16, 1947-January 12, 2023 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images areContinue reading “Grief Blooms”
20 Degrees at 5 am
“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” — Anne Bradstreet Cold mornings call for hot chocolate, candle-glow, a cozy robe, a favorite book, and warm memories. —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, or distributed withoutContinue reading “20 Degrees at 5 am”
Possibility of Snow
“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” — Edmund Hillary Anticipating the cold, knowing that sharp drop and freezing wind might bring snow, and while my heart longs for the warmth and light of spring, I think it might beContinue reading “Possibility of Snow”
Last Leaf
“I would always look up and wonder if I would be blest to see the last single leaf holding on-“ —gracegardenpoems This was truly the last leaf from the bur oak tree, a hold from our memory of a green and lush spring under a sky as blue as the Bay at Naples, and theContinue reading “Last Leaf”
Where Has the Rain Gone?
…with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby. — Langston Hughes I’d like to hear the rain again, smell the air fresh just as it begins, watch as the birds find shelter, fluff their dewy feathers, content as I am to just listen to the comforting thrumming, a susurration only falling waterContinue reading “Where Has the Rain Gone?”
Nightmare
The long moments after waking from a deep and dark dream, the kind that carries an oppressive, choking feeling on its shadowy back that continues to hold you as you wake; you try to erase the images, but they remain, and so you stay, eyes open in the dark, your beloved sleeping peacefully next toContinue reading “Nightmare”
For Granted
*1: to assume (something) as true, real, unquestionable, or to be expected 2: to value (something or someone) too lightly: to fail to properly notice or appreciate (someone or something that should be valued) Indoor plumbing, clean water that is always nearby, a home with walls, a real floor, a roof, shoes, socks, coats— clothingContinue reading “For Granted”
The Longing Hours
“Other sound than the owl’s voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.” — Charles Dickens. Some nights I keep companyContinue reading “The Longing Hours”
Sanctuary
Home is the nicest word there is. — Laura Ingalls Wilder The ache for home lives in all of us. — Maya Angelou You sigh in the evenings, long releases, chimes that mark the twilight hours, you hold memory, years of living that show in each scar from aging, you are so familiar that evenContinue reading “Sanctuary”
Poetic Meanderings 