Butterfly Haiku 2

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness, as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods. — Edith Wharton Morning sun’s brushstrokes capture fresh spring’s golden hues — a gossamer breath. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied,Continue reading “Butterfly Haiku 2”


I spent an hour snipping flower stems, hundreds of green stalks, some thick but tender and others thin and dense as sticks.  I pulled out each bundle, released the most delicate from webbed coverings, and the room filled with a heavy floral scent. As I sat amid the profusion of hues, deep fuchsia, rich purple,Continue reading “Ever-Spring”