cycles – Poetic Meanderings

Defining Bees

…in summer mild The bees laid up their store Of honey-drops in little cups… —Thomas Hastings These gold collectors balancing nectar, keeping the planet green, they roam from daisy eye to open rose gathering offerings fit for a queen. —C.L. Fisher, July 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “Defining Bees”

Winter Trees

The leaves gone and the bark. As if a man stood, stark, Till all had fallen away… — W.D Snodgrass We are bound to seasons, stitched within the movement of time, we, like the trees, must stand stark in the breath of February, waiting for a new coat of green. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022 UnlessContinue reading “Winter Trees “

What Is

Then He asked them, “But who do you say I am?” — Matthew 16:15 In the newness of another year, in the dew of dawning possibility, in the January-cold reality that winter must finish before spring begins, in the resetting of dates to celebrate all yearly hallmarks that hold meaning, in the realization that timeContinue reading “What Is”

In-between

Some signs exist— the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges — a few cold days sneak in, but summer’s warming breath continues, the sun refuses to put its heat to bed, and our world straddles two seasons — the gray shade of fallow fall where the daisy’s eye losesContinue reading “In-between”

Gathering Gold

The hum of bees is the voice of the garden. —Elizabeth Lawrence Shake loose the plenty, harvest the honey-making hoard, and dance with your translucent wings as you gather the last of summer’s gold, soon you will hive-laze together, droning dreams of all the treasure you have stored. —C.L. Fisher, December 2021 Unless otherwise indicated,Continue reading “Gathering Gold”

Denouement

Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before…. — Ecclesiastes 3:15 What adornment does nature need? None other than the elemental realness of soil, water, nutrients — the truth of a fallen leaf, the honesty of split bark, the epiphany of scattered petals — all becoming a denouement of autumn, aContinue reading “Denouement”