A Season

“Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful.” — William Stafford In the golden season, the grappling-gray of our waiting winter must soon begin. And we will refuse the bitter  gall that rises when spring leavesContinue reading “A Season”

Thanks to Give

Give thanks to him who made the heavenly lights— His faithful love endures forever. — Psalm 136:7 I see the noon sun through a favorite tree, this bur oak that is letting  loose leaves and acorns, returning humus to the earth, a cycle of renewal which requires rest, and these changing leaves and thinning treesContinue reading “Thanks to Give”

What Lingers

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. — James M. Barrie Memories can attach  to a cello note, cling to walls, reside in the folds of a loved one’s clothes, or embed into a flower’s essence, time suspended in a rose. —C.L. Fisher, October 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writingsContinue reading “What Lingers”


Such remembrances we have…. We might mark a certain date, celebrate it every year, or keep a tattered square of cloth from a childhood quilt,  or carry a frayed picture of a grandmother or cousin; we might have pressed petals, yellowing letters, or faded  Christmas cards…. But sometimes we just hold  intangible, precious memories  inside,Continue reading “Remembrances”

Loom of Life

“…The loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.” — Henry Ward Beecher I’ve witnessed creation’s  expanse through natural  windows so many times,  looms, like the weave of these limbs, provide  a glimpse into a divine  expanse, andContinue reading “Loom of Life”

An Hour of Promise

The way of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, which shines ever brighter until the full light of day. — Proverbs 4:18, NLT There is this hour before dawn, no longer night but before morning, an in-between dark that holds a promise full light is coming, the first song of birds willContinue reading “An Hour of Promise”

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”