Finding Poetry

I find it in the spilling autumn 

leaves, the harvesting of apples,

the ladybug clinging to clover, 

the lavender dawning on a new

horizon, the fire of one lone star

sparking through a cloudy dusk —

the moment my heart knew beauty

was created by God, at that instance,

I knew poetry.

—C.L. Fisher, October 2020

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