sun – Poetic Meanderings

Shines

We cannot look at the sun for it shines brightly in the sky when the wind clears away the clouds. So also, golden splendor comes from the mountain of God. He is clothed in dazzling splendor. —Job 37:21-22 We cannot look directly into the sun, the brilliance will overcome us, but we see the reflection, the hue,Continue reading “Shines”

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”

Lingering

I hope for a lingering day, moments stretching long and leaning into the warmth of a slow rising sun that decides to amble across the sky, a casual stroll before allowing the full moon to rise, the evening embracing us in twilight’s dreamy lilac and amber glow, and the moment, a holding breath, leading upContinue reading “Lingering”

Daffodil Prayers

“Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, and take the winds of March with beauty.” — William Shakespeare. I wondered at the vibrant yellow, the rich saturation of this bowing daffodil, the happy hue of a fluted bloom that greeted me this morning, It seemed the sun had poured in its warmth, filled it withContinue reading “Daffodil Prayers”

A Pleasant Passing

I saw a wispy puff of spring next to a little sunny bloom on a warm afternoon in January. The sun sent waves through the crystalline blue, and I was content to sit under the cloud-strewn sky and pray next to the little garden. —C.L. Fisher, January 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writingContinue reading “A Pleasant Passing”

Still Rising

You made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to set. —Psalm 104:19, NLT It hasn’t felt all that different yet. We’ve only just waded into the lapping waves of 2021, barely getting our feet wet. It felt so long getting here — I think we all let out a collectiveContinue reading “Still Rising”

Restoration

These little faces, open to light, rooted in the humus I came from. These blooms that wait, unfurl just as morning sun breaks the horizon, just as the dew gentles the dust and the stems imbibe, slake the thirst from the long linger of night, just as I rise, call out, surrender my needs beforeContinue reading “Restoration”

Walking Into October

Early in the morning, just as the sun rose high enough to warm without blinding us, we walked into October. The birds sang that cheery song that seems a release of summer’s heat, a heralding for the tucked-in time of nesting in the warmth of home. The curl of leaves taking on the hues ofContinue reading “Walking Into October”

Bright Air & Ashes

It catches me sometimes when I’m unaware, when I step out to feel the warmth on my face, to hear the birds, the bright air in full sun that tastes of dirt and light, like the earth after a blue-sky rain — the taste of childhood. That scent takes me to swings and trees, toContinue reading “Bright Air & Ashes”

Being Still

“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing…” — Robert Frost I often catch the movement above me as I walk along the garden’s edge, and I know, if I am patient, one will alight near enough to see. I thought the cold winds from a few days past had called and liftedContinue reading “Being Still”