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”

Let All the Earth

Truth springs up from the earth, and righteousness smiles down from heaven. — Psalm 85:11, NLT Through leather my fingers grasp the soil, plow a tiny portion  of ground, the sun warms my back countering the sensation of cold dirt still waking from winter’s slow-released breath,  but the pear trees know, the white blooms announcedContinue reading “Let All the Earth”

Luminescence

Praise Him, sun and moon; Praise Him, all you stars of light—Psalm 148:3 What twilight, what pre-dawn, what in between- lilac dream will I find, if I am still and willing to linger long, in the meeting space of moon and sun? —C.L. Fisher, March 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are theContinue reading “Luminescence”

Sustenance

…would the same tasks which fill our daily lives put on new meanings if we wrought them in the spirit of renewal from within–a spirit of growth and beauty.” — Helen Keller The hummingbird delivers  pollen to the generous flower, that open table draped in silk offering up delectable nectar, and this cycle fosters aContinue reading “Sustenance”

23 Degrees on Sunday, February 27th

Light is sweet, how pleasant to see the new day dawning. — Ecclesiastes 11:7 I take in what seems all the world, standing on my porch before God; I see the stars, the moon, the arc of a horizon, shadow-cast of lights  at the dawn, and I am awed, forget the cold, and just feelContinue reading “23 Degrees on Sunday, February 27th”

28 Degrees on Saturday, February 26th

As the light approaches, the earth takes shape like clay pressed beneath a seal; it is robed in brilliant colors. — Job 38:14 I contemplate the grays I see, standing  on my porch when it is 28 degrees— our silly fat and faded ceramic frog,  the top of our pear tree against  the powdery sky,Continue reading “28 Degrees on Saturday, February 26th”