Snow Dreaming

Is there a promise of snow when November holds  the heat of September,  when days like spring  make us think pumpkin spice  delights are anachronisms,  and sweet iced tea just seems  more fitting? Maybe no promise,  but I can find a snowy glade,  ascend  a white-topped mountain, meander a frosty forest filled with flocked ChristmasContinue reading “Snow Dreaming”

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”

Hued Memories

I’ve been dreaming in florals, swirling petals, long and elegant stems that sway in some far away garden, hints of darkened blossoms  taking shape, hued memory awakening me to paint. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributedContinue reading “Hued Memories”

The Flickering Hour

I’m settling in from the day, leaning into my everything- from-here chair, where I write, draw, read, think…..I reflect on the day, replay moments, consider all that happened from my 4am waking to this slow ending, sun fading on the horizon like pixie-dust, the curtain across from me haloed with the last amber light likeContinue reading “The Flickering Hour”