The great brooding stillness over and through everything is so full of God. One does not wonder that He used to take His people out into the wilderness to teach them.” — Lilias Trotter Passenger eyes gazing out of the car window while you drive just outside of Sterling, I see the scrub and thistleContinue reading “Plateau”
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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”
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”
Rain
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” — Langston Hughes The thunder started and I hurried outside hoping for those plodding drops that begin before the full shower arrives — they landed, tiny, clear miracles kissing a welcoming earth, and theContinue reading “Rain”
When We Were New
“The soul is healed by being with children.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky When we were new, so young, and the world a beautiful mystery, when an empty suburban lot became an open prairie, when the water running alongside the curb seemed a mighty river, when a backyard swing took us on grand adventures, when afternoons wereContinue reading “When We Were New”
What Lingers II
Besides the Autumn poets sing, a few prosaic days, a little this side of the snow, and that side of the Haze.” ― Emily Dickinson Memories are in every changing season — the first snow of winter, the sweet breezes of warm spring days, the bright-heat of summer, and fall’s first lingering haze. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “What Lingers II”
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”
A Lush Life
Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! — Psalm 96:12 A smear and dab of yellow wash begins my practice — no theme, no subject, just memory of blooms and whimsy with shape and color, and I find a stillness and peace as I fill my brush with hued water, contemplating life,Continue reading “A Lush Life”
A World in Wishes
Winds move through, parts of me leave, caught and dispersed as I watch, sun glinting on bright tips, my eyes straining as the sun sets, the delicate strands held aloft before a current carries each to the far place of memory. —C.L. Fisher, July 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the workContinue reading “A World in Wishes”
Carefree
Remember when summer tasted like fresh grass blades, the kind you chewed as you walked, face up to gather the sun, when late afternoon held the aroma of rain, and watermelon was salted and eaten on a tailgate, when June felt like freedom, freewheeling down the sidewalk on your bike or skipping your Lemon Twister,Continue reading “Carefree”
Poetic Meanderings 