Spring Winks

“April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain.” —From T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land Just beyond my reach  in the highest branches, tilted just enough for the sun to catch the edge and cause the tiny flower to wink, grasp myContinue reading “Spring Winks”

A Promise

The clouds held dirt from yesterday, dimming the blue to a dingy gray that met me after the sun rose somewhere behind the murkiness, but my eyes fell on the blooming pear tree, the simple, life-lit green,  white cups holding a spray of pink, a promise, a budding of spring. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 UnlessContinue reading “A Promise”

Soon

Along some sweet stream lined with tall grasses, sunshine, and willow trees, we will have a picnic lunch, luxuriate under a canopy of green leaves, find dragons and butterflies in the wispy clouds the gentle winds bring, and wonder why we ever doubted spring. —C.L. Fisher, February 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writingContinue reading “Soon”

Pining for Renewal on Sunday Morning

Earth knows no desolation, She smells regeneration In the moist breath of decay.” — George Meredith, English Poet The house is quiet as darkness sits  with me in this early hour while I sip  my coffee and consider the day ahead.   A warm afternoon is promised, and so  is a family picnic, some longContinue reading “Pining for Renewal on Sunday Morning”

Holding Pattern

I’ve pushed my jackets  and sweaters back to the far  corner of my closet, again.  They had a brief  airing, a few days of wearing  before sunny summer woke from but a brief nap. We all long for that cozy-time, snuggle under hoodies and drink hot cocoa nights;   our pumpkin lattes and pumpkin  sconesContinue reading “Holding Pattern”

Saying Goodbye to Butterflies

I capture the last few images before  your migration farther, ever farther south.   You have rested here; our Texas hospitality  served for a time, the blue plumbago  and sunny yellow lantana a perfect  blossoming backdrop for your wild and graceful wings. I’ve held out my hand,  and you’ve landed but found nothing  as interestingContinue reading “Saying Goodbye to Butterflies”

Ever-Spring

I spent an hour snipping flower stems, hundreds of green stalks, some thick but tender and others thin and dense as sticks.  I pulled out each bundle, released the most delicate from webbed coverings, and the room filled with a heavy floral scent. As I sat amid the profusion of hues, deep fuchsia, rich purple,Continue reading “Ever-Spring”