This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath… —William Shakespeare A patch of bright pink, raining silk, golden shimmer, a gossamer dance. —C.L. Fisher, June 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.
…with hues on hues expressions cannot paint, the breath of nature, and her endless bloom. —James Thomson Spring flowers blush bright, comeliness that beckons us, woos us to linger. —C.L. Fisher, June 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed withoutContinue reading “Bloom Haiku”
Each hyacinth hue releases its singular perfume. I drowned in purple fell deeply into perfume dispelling winter. —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.
Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! — Psalm 96:12 A smear and dab of yellow wash begins my practice — no theme, no subject, just memory of blooms and whimsy with shape and color, and I find a stillness and peace as I fill my brush with hued water, contemplating life,Continue reading “A Lush Life”
The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come, and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air. —Song of Solomon 2:12 The wide world opens in this lilac-eyed daisy with its glacier white petals and streaks of ice-blue, a treasury of beauty on one single, unassuming bloom, and it awakens this fieldContinue reading “The Wide-World”
We took a walk, as we so often do, reflecting and dreaming as we wander around a neighborhood we know so well, same turns down the same streets. We know the houses, have our favorite trees, share nods with the few others who also traipse these paths, usually at the same crossways, but however theContinue reading “Things We Take for Granted”
Now you rise at the first chirping of the birds, but then all their sounds will grow faint. — Ecclesiastes 12:4 Tucked into the green, still so deeply enfolded, until your part on stage begins, a play in thee acts, the bud, the bloom, the fall back into humus. —C.L. Fisher, May 2021 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “This Life”
Maybe flowers weep, heaving sadness up through the stem and down the tender leaves, distilling living beauty into the vapor of perfume so that at least their scent will be carried into a world too busy to slow into an awareness that beauty lives everywhere. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writingContinue reading “Diffusing Beauty”
A friend sent me these photos of an elegant bloom hanging in air, a little speck of bedecked petals hovering above the blossoming garden like a hummingbird seeking her fair portion of pollen. There is such rare beauty we walk past, over, through each day, but we too often fail to pause and take aContinue reading “Elegant Bloom”
These little faces, open to light, rooted in the humus I came from. These blooms that wait, unfurl just as morning sun breaks the horizon, just as the dew gentles the dust and the stems imbibe, slake the thirst from the long linger of night, just as I rise, call out, surrender my needs beforeContinue reading “Restoration”