Trees of Winter

Missing the green, I’ve become part  of the monotone gray, silhouetted against a cloudy sky, my arms stretched, seeking the warmth of a distant sun, cold and weary  as I wait for spring, walking among the leafless trees of winter. —C.L.Fisher, January 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “Trees of Winter”


Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. — John Muir Let us find the green  in winter, the places  where growth thrives,  there we will seek hints of vital color, waking us to life. —C.L. Fisher, January 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. FisherContinue reading “Green”

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”

The Holding Roots

The wizened branches of a leaf-barren tree matted thick with debris from years of standing in the ever-changing wind, keeping its mark between the long-faded gray grasses and a dark-cloud sky, and somehow I understood its post, waiting, fallow, strong but aged, a life-lived, but still some memories to come,  mature roots holding it inContinue reading “The Holding Roots”

Gathering Gold

The hum of bees is the voice of the garden. —Elizabeth Lawrence Shake loose the plenty, harvest the honey-making hoard,  and dance with your translucent wings as you gather the last of summer’s gold,  soon you will hive-laze together,  droning dreams of all the treasure  you have stored. —C.L. Fisher, December 2021 Unless otherwise indicated,Continue reading “Gathering Gold”

Shake Loose the Frail Branches

The little reeds bowed low and sang a mournful song,…bending to the force of the wind. — Aesop They warn the winds will rage fierce today,  warm winds, tall winds, wild west-southwesterly  winds that will shudder our homes, shake loose the frail branches, scatter dandelions and tumbleweeds, and such winds bring a disquiet, an unsettlingContinue reading “Shake Loose the Frail Branches”


Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before…. — Ecclesiastes 3:15 What adornment does nature need? None other than the elemental realness of soil, water, nutrients — the truth of a fallen leaf, the honesty of split bark, the epiphany of scattered petals — all becoming a denouement of autumn, aContinue reading “Denouement”