The Child

… Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.” —A.A. Milne

She waits in the shadows, 

timid and quiet, imaginative, 

but when I encounter a bright daisy, 

walk past a welcoming willow, 

gaze into a beckoning blue sky, 

she emerges, and the better part 

of me gets lost in raw beauty,

the place of all true poetry —

Oh, the wisdom of whimsy.

—C.L.Fisher, March 2022

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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