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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