Jewel Bloom

I need no diamonds…. Adorn me in this jewel-toned bloom, with its dark hints of amethyst and shades of violet, with its welcoming, luxurious and seemingly endless depth,  just set me amid these blossoms in a tiny garden, and I am well-clothed. —C.L. Fisher, November 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are theContinue reading “Jewel Bloom”

Cape Daisy

You hold a sunrise, the edges and brightness of orange and mellowness of a lavender awakening to plum; your arms outstretch in perfect white light, you are nested in the most vibrant green — an entire arboretum I could walk  through again and again, if only I had more hours to amble and get lostContinue reading “Cape Daisy”

Cornerstone

The petals so saturated by the vibrancy of red  rested on the cool rock  nestled near the garden’s  edge, symbiotic beauty, silk on stone, like our own  fragile hearts held by God’s  love alone.  —C.L. Fisher, April 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and mayContinue reading “Cornerstone”

A Pleasant Passing

I saw a wispy puff of spring next to a little sunny bloom on a warm afternoon in January. The sun sent waves through the crystalline blue, and I was content to sit under the cloud-strewn sky and pray next to the little garden. —C.L. Fisher, January 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writingContinue reading “A Pleasant Passing”

The Bur Oak Tree

I enjoy the serene offerings of cornflower blue lantana, the pleasing scent of yellow shrub roses, the moonlight glow of the blue plumbago that all grow near or under the canopy of this strong bur oak, a shield and protector  in this tiny garden I roam.   This day, this hard day when  life is setContinue reading “The Bur Oak Tree”

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”

Saying Goodbye to Butterflies

I capture the last few images before  your migration farther, ever farther south.   You have rested here; our Texas hospitality  served for a time, the blue plumbago  and sunny yellow lantana a perfect  blossoming backdrop for your wild and graceful wings. I’ve held out my hand,  and you’ve landed but found nothing  as interestingContinue reading “Saying Goodbye to Butterflies”

Gentle Souls

There are gentle souls, those who tread lightly when breaking new ground, careful not to disturb all that is living. Those with caring hands, that reach into soil, nourish the land, harvest that growth; they give out, give back. You see them, bodies bent as they work, the very act like prayer as they tendContinue reading “Gentle Souls”