She sits between a toadstool and thistle, the little frog whispering in her ear, the only other sound the buzz of a sleepy bee, the kiss of a butterfly wing, and her thoughts in tune with the wind moving through the nearby trees, and she is at peace. –C.L. Fisher, May 2021 Unless otherwise indicated,Continue reading “Finding Solace”
Who knew the weight, the burden for such fragile wings, and then the added bags of gold that are needed to feed the queen, the double- load that they must carry, no wonder why collective decisions are a necessary reprieve in such a swarming, crowded mass, no way to hear a solitary thought amid theContinue reading “The Giant, Little Life”
Nature knows the toil of labor, gathering, growing, fluttering, even a busy bee needs rest before the honey-harvest. —C.L. Fisher, Labor Day 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
I’ve found such comfort sitting amid blooms, listening to katydids, following the sweet beat of butterfly wings and the humble patience of a pollen-collecting bee. I’ve wondered at the industry of ants lifting many times their body weight, again and again, along the stone path winding through my little patch of Eden. I askContinue reading “Awakening”