…like trees planted along the riverbank… –Psalm 1:3 The trees remind us of beginnings — roots that search, limbs that reach, the strength of standing on firm ground, the grace of covering, the rings of time that echo out like ripples across a glassy lake teaching us the cycles of life that began when GodContinue reading “Creation’s Sentries”
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Butterfly Haiku 3
What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again! — William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly” Dawn calls all sleeping wings to waken and wander — still life aflutter. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. FisherContinue reading “Butterfly Haiku 3”
Thin Air
“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.” — E.B. White We wear the gray of winter like a heavy coat, the long “a” even sounds weighted and tired, but January exhales a thin air after autumn’s bluster thins the trees, earth’sContinue reading “Thin Air”
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”
Speaking of Trees
“They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do….around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!” — from the journals of John Muir From a man who lived under them, inspected root and limb, Continue reading “Speaking of Trees”
Memory
Sixteen miles out she could see the city’s silhouette, the Tall City, the Mid-lands, home. She felt a tightening in her chest, at first, so she sighed, releasing the endorphin- fueled feeling of being away, the vacation vibration, but by the time she counted the tenth pumpjack she acquiesced, a little, but held on toContinue reading “Memory”
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.
Trees Weep, Too
The limp leaves that begin to curl before drying on the limb and letting go, the bark that fissures and cracks, peeling back from the trunk, the sap that seeps and runs to cover a wound or release disease, the canopy that sags in drought or after a heavy spring storm — in this worldContinue reading “Trees Weep, Too”
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”
Linger
“I do not think that any man is altogether beyond hope who can take delight in the nightly heavens as he watches the stars, and feel joy as he treads the meadows all bedecked with kingcups and daisies.” — Charles Spurgeon I caught the scent before I saw the bloom as I hurried by theContinue reading “Linger”
Poetic Meanderings 