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”
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Famished
The bare limbs reached, slender arms with bony fingers open, waiting, hungry for the feast of spring. —C. L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
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”
Gray Days
O Wind, if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? — Percy Bysshe Shelly It takes just a few gray days before I miss the sun and long to feel that heat on my skin. Winter just begins and my mind always moves forward to spring, that glorious season of first things — new growth,Continue reading “Gray Days”
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”
Poetic Meanderings 