In the Land of Daisies

“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”

My Mind Aflutter

I saw an angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. — Michelangelo  I saw a butterfly, wings just opening near the lacy leaves, but then I was plunged deep underwater, gliding through the reefs behind a graceful angelfish — I thought only clouds could morph so easily, and then this brown-eyed,Continue reading “My Mind Aflutter”

Sky Haiku 5

“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be?- it is the same the angels breathe.”  — Mark Twain My whimsy begins in infinite indigo — a dancing angel… —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work ofContinue reading “Sky Haiku 5”

Hues

I find myself in these  merging blues, in magenta blooms, in a wash of yellow, in green grasses and flower-flurried meadows, in the tiny feathers of a hummingbird. —C.L. Fisher, Dec. 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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”

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…”

Awaiting Dreams

She waits for dreams, closing her eyes and attending as her mind replays the day, releasing a long sigh as images with snippets of conversations slowly roll by, and then she prays over faces she remembers, settles her heart just as waves of weariness carry her into a heavy desire for sleep, so she relaxesContinue reading “Awaiting Dreams”

Retreats

“Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.”  ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables A mighty peace I carry, images stitched together one memory  at a time,  calm places  I go to when everythingContinue reading “Retreats”

Luminous

I consider the moon, the gray moon luminous, the yellow moon joyous, the full moon voluminous, the blue moon harmonious, each phase full of expectations  that this beautiful creation offers poetry in the most  wondrous ways.   The moon is a miracle, a reminder of a God  of imagination, a renderer of art, a passionateContinue reading “Luminous”