Centennial Park

Community, then, is an indispensable term in any discussion of the connection between people and land. — Wendell Berry We watched the day end along our city’s skyline, the October night harkening back  to all that makes community special — the flavors, smells, sights, sounds that remind you of where you live now, and whileContinue reading “Centennial Park”

Joy Lives

Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! Let the trees of the forest sing for joy! — Psalm 96:12 In sun-ray petals, in twilight lit dawning blooms — joy lives everywhere…. —C.L. Fisher, October 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not beContinue reading “Joy Lives”

Dawning Praises

Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song.  —Psalm 57:8 You sing for me and the mountain before the others  rise, and I feel as if I could listen  to this symphony, your warbles and the quaking  leaves, until Jesus walks me home — suchContinue reading “Dawning Praises”

A Gift of Fall

… waving woods and waters wild do hymn an autumn sound. —Elizabeth Barrett Browning We pretend it is fall,  and the world  consents, so we open windows, listen to the steady drops, nap near a window where the cloud- cooled winds gently greet us,  put a soup  on a low,  slow simmer, and linger overContinue reading “A Gift of Fall”

Another Sunrise

We set out before dawn, again, as we have so many times before, across the lawn,  down by the park, further  through a neighborhood we have walked for over a quarter of a century, our path must be a groove in some spots by now — how many times have we  been shaded by ourContinue reading “Another Sunrise”

Adrift

The rays drift in,  finding enough  space to gather  together, form  an angle of light,  an island adrift  that leaves  the room cold  in comparison. ….I sit, adjacent, dimmed by sunset, but my soul travels  over, pools  with the huddled warmth, and imagines the sun rising… tomorrow. —C.L. Fisher, July 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Adrift”

Inescapable Dawn

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light. — William Shakespeare Shy sun, resting behind a passing cloud, not ready to star in the requirements of hours, he waits behind a gray  curtain, but his  brilliance escapes, reminding us a full infusion of light will dawn… So,Continue reading “Inescapable Dawn”