“I’ll tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time.” — Emily Dickinson The day begins in calming gray before the rising rays weave in ribbons of deepest amethyst and soft lavender, and then dawn unwinds light along the horizon in silken skeins of brilliant shimmer. — C.L. Fisher, July 2022 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “A Summer Day”
His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from His hands, where His awesome power is hidden. — Habakkuk 3:4 The sun nestled near the rising mountains, the great gray mountains peach-kissed by warming rays, just as it has been since dawn’s creation, and I count each day I’ve lived, eachContinue reading “Another Day”
Haiku: One heartbeat of life in seventeen syllables, unrhymed. When morning blazes, birdsong is muted by fire — a reckoning breath. —C.L. Fisher, August 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
We set out before dawn, again, as we have so many times before, across the lawn, down by the park, further through a neighborhood we have walked for over a quarter of a century, our path must be a groove in some spots by now — how many times have we been shaded by ourContinue reading “Another Sunrise”
We cannot hear the light, the casting of shadows or the rays that follow fair morning’s rise; it lifts from slumber and settles in a silence beyond quiet, startling in the thunderous hush of a shaft of splendor that takes our breath away as the world declares the clearing of night and dawning brilliance inContinue reading “A Silence”
The rays drift in, finding enough space to gather together, form an angle of light, an island adrift that leaves the room cold in comparison. ….I sit, adjacent, dimmed by sunset, but my soul travels over, pools with the huddled warmth, and imagines the sun rising… tomorrow. —C.L. Fisher, July 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Adrift”
“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.” — Emily Dickinson I’d share an orange sorbet sunrise with you at 16 or 82, like this cool, mellow morning — what a privilege to see so many day-beginnings with your kindness beside me, blue sky & clouds rising, a path before us, another excursion of our ongoing,Continue reading “Dawn Rising”
The moment has arrived when the sun is close enough to rising that all the world is beginning to stir — the first bird calls, the fresh dew falls, and we begin our walk to find the first ray of sunshine. It is a good day to be alive on God’s good earth. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “First Light”