The Bur Oak Tree

I enjoy the serene offerings of cornflower blue lantana, the pleasing scent of yellow shrub roses, the moonlight glow of the blue plumbago that all grow near or under the canopy of this strong bur oak, a shield and protector  in this tiny garden I roam.   This day, this hard day when  life is setContinue reading “The Bur Oak Tree”

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 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Finding Poetry”

The Artist

A moonbeam rides along the angled roof and sits in the hollows under eaves outside my window as I consider starlight in drifts, like mist blown on ink. The blue haloed Venus has light distilled to white and then diffused into a translucence of beautiful gauze. Moon, stars, all glorious on God’s obsidian canvas, andContinue reading “The Artist”