Syncopation

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke  What sets  the spring-blue sky’s poetic meter?   Yellow daisies, ladybugs,  rosebuds, butterflies, and lazy,  breezy, dreamy afternoons. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher andContinue reading “Syncopation”

Pondering Art

“Everybody born comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. We come from the Creator with creativity. I think that each one of us is born with creativity.” – Maya Angelou The certainty  of blue in the feathers of a peacock, emphasized by a triumph, of green, a stately sheen that whispers when light reachesContinue reading “Pondering Art”

Butterfly Haiku 3

What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!  —  William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly” Dawn calls all sleeping wings to waken and wander — still life aflutter. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. FisherContinue reading “Butterfly Haiku 3”

Butterfly Haiku 2

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness, as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods. — Edith Wharton Morning sun’s brushstrokes capture fresh spring’s golden hues — a gossamer breath. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied,Continue reading “Butterfly Haiku 2”

Butterfly Haiku 

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing — Robert Frost, from Blue-butterfly Day The delicate legs step on hills of little suns— motion symphony. —C.L. Fisher, April 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.

Meditation

“I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.”  ― L.M. Montgomery A single   rose blushing  peach-pink deep within each satin fold  releases such  a lush incense I think myself lost in the ancient garden, back when all beauty was thornless. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “Meditation”

A Silent Rush of Violet 

“If a kiss could be seen, I think it would look like violet.”  L.M. Montgomery The final note at twilight, a twinkle in the eye, a moody moon, the ink I spill for poetry, the deepest hue that drips from a painted butterfly’s wing,  and this lovely bloom. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022  Unless otherwise indicated,Continue reading “A Silent Rush of Violet “