The Iris

She doesn’t know  how deeply  she reflects the beauty of movement, a hued grace, the glint of light and deep tint of lavender or blue, and she stills, petals in elegant folds, a ballerina  posed, elegance  in perfect arabesque. —C.L. Fisher, Sept, 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “The Iris”

Being Still

“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing…” — Robert Frost I often catch the movement  above me as I walk along  the garden’s edge, and I know,  if I am patient, one will alight  near enough to see. I thought  the cold winds from a few days  past had called and liftedContinue reading “Being Still”