Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning The last dance of the butterflies in this mid-October homage to spring, the wildflowers wait for the shift to northern winds, for frost to touch the ground and silence growth, but today there is time to flit and flutter underContinue reading “Autumn’s Cotillion”
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Seasons
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time —Sylvia Plath Before fall descends the in between decay fills leaf, bloom, root, reason. —C.L. Fisher, August 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied,Continue reading “Seasons”
Hyacinth Haiku
Each hyacinth hue releases its singular perfume. I drowned in purple fell deeply into perfume dispelling winter. —C.L. Fisher, March 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.
Morning Lament
Winter lies too long… — Willa Cather We awoke to a northerly wind lamenting outside of our house, a somber song of winter wailing against our walls, and we wondered how much longer winter will lumber here with us. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “Morning Lament”
Change
Watch snow resolve itself through branches — Paul Zimmer Even the most remote and deepest reaches of what is frozen melts to some degree, shifts, drifts, becomes less, even if destined to build back up again, every earthy-thing takes a breath from constancy…. There is a season for everything. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “Change”
Possibility of Snow
“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” — Edmund Hillary Anticipating the cold, knowing that sharp drop and freezing wind might bring snow, and while my heart longs for the warmth and light of spring, I think it might beContinue reading “Possibility of Snow”
Passages
…when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” — Andrew Wyeth Too soon this bloom broke through the fallow ground, the beckoning sun teasing an early spring, soaking the soil with warmth, but winter willContinue reading “Passages”
Thin Air
“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.” — E.B. White We wear the gray of winter like a heavy coat, the long “a” even sounds weighted and tired, but January exhales a thin air after autumn’s bluster thins the trees, earth’sContinue reading “Thin Air”
Where Has the Rain Gone?
…with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby. — Langston Hughes I’d like to hear the rain again, smell the air fresh just as it begins, watch as the birds find shelter, fluff their dewy feathers, content as I am to just listen to the comforting thrumming, a susurration only falling waterContinue reading “Where Has the Rain Gone?”
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”
Poetic Meanderings 