night – Poetic Meanderings

Majestic Sky

When I look at the night sky and see the work of Your fingers —the moon and the stars You set in place— what are mere mortals that You should think about them… —Psalm 8:3-4 I spy the silver slipper moon, high above the periwinkle blue; it beckons me to stand in the warm March nightContinue reading “Majestic Sky”

Moon Haiku

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars. — J.R.R Tolkien Silvery soft night Shine down your lavender dew— croon my lullaby. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

Lullaby

I feel heavy, weighted, like there is lead lining my pockets, stones filling my head, and every part of me feels pulled to bed, but I take one last look, step under a glowing moon cradled in the crook of our bare-limbed pear-tree, just hovering near, reminding me dreams await, and so I surrender toContinue reading “Lullaby”

Slipstream

“I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise…” — Anne Bronte Just one more note, a crescendo stilling me to rest, the coming silence welcome — may it ease me into a slipstream of unconsciousness, the place of dreaming, the place where the grappling sound finds image, diffusing the day’sContinue reading “Slipstream”

Nightmare

The long moments after waking from a deep and dark dream, the kind that carries an oppressive, choking feeling on its shadowy back that continues to hold you as you wake; you try to erase the images, but they remain, and so you stay, eyes open in the dark, your beloved sleeping peacefully next toContinue reading “Nightmare”

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”

Preamble

“A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.” — Charlotte Brontë I’d like to just sit here with no real agenda, no more checklist, even though my work- space is filled with yellow sticky notes, I let that fade far off and away, allow the weariness to settle, my body sinking, the sun sagging low asContinue reading “Preamble”

Distant Light

…the evidence of things not seen. — Hebrews 11:1 I look long into the sky, peering into blue-gray clouds, straining to see past the nebulous, thick layer into calm space, so wanting to see the flicker-lit night, the distant light that happened in the past, memory from another day, and I find on this nightContinue reading “Distant Light”

Await the Gentle Moon

Let me just sit — I don’t want to form a response or tell you my thoughts; it is well enough to just be a quieted soul in peace, but you are welcome to join me. Let us sit as the sun rests; there is a ever-changing watercolor horizon on view before us as weContinue reading “Await the Gentle Moon”

Night Watch

“New Year’s Day is a good time to fix one’s eyes on the only One who knows what the year is to hold.” —Elisabeth Elliot The watch before the dawning of a new year and the restarting of a rhythm that marks time with our memories, reminds us of our place in this world. Continue reading “Night Watch”