winter – Poetic Meanderings

False Spring

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens The first blooms and early bees, the foraging butterflies and me — we all thought the frost had passed, that February closed winter’sContinue reading “False Spring”

20 Degrees at 5 am

“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” — Anne Bradstreet Cold mornings call for hot chocolate, candle-glow, a cozy robe, a favorite book, and warm memories. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed withoutContinue reading “20 Degrees at 5 am”

Morning Lament

Winter lies too long… — Willa Cather We awoke to a northerly wind lamenting outside of our house, a somber song of winter wailing against our walls, and we wondered how much longer winter will lumber here with us. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “Morning Lament”

Winter Trees

The leaves gone and the bark. As if a man stood, stark, Till all had fallen away… — W.D Snodgrass We are bound to seasons, stitched within the movement of time, we, like the trees, must stand stark in the breath of February, waiting for a new coat of green. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 UnlessContinue reading “Winter Trees “

A Hushing Fall

“A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air…whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne The soft silence of snow, the morning’s crisp cold, the hushing fall of so many tiny, crystal worlds cocooning us into a long-needed pause, and I welcome the suspended calm. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022Continue reading “A Hushing Fall”

Snowdrift

“I pray this winter be gentle and kind—a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.” — John Geddes I ran the whole month of January, one day like the next, with task after task, paperwork like snow drifts on my desk, and I thought spring must next….It feels as if we lived threeContinue reading “Snowdrift”

Possibility of Snow

“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” — Edmund Hillary Anticipating the cold, knowing that sharp drop and freezing wind might bring snow, and while my heart longs for the warmth and light of spring, I think it might beContinue reading “Possibility of Snow”

Passages

…when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” — Andrew Wyeth Too soon this bloom broke through the fallow ground, the beckoning sun teasing an early spring, soaking the soil with warmth, but winter willContinue reading “Passages”

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”