A Painter’s Muse

I would like to paint the way a bird sings. — Claude Monet The faintest lilac hue, the slender tendrils,  this delicate, shimmering  flower blooms to woo those like Monet who search  until they find art just past  a patch of irises,  under a curved bridge, near calming water, dancing. —C.L. Fisher, May 2022 UnlessContinue reading “A Painter’s Muse”

Hesitation

Art is a man’s nature; nature is God’s art. —Philip James Bailey I would paint this delicate, blush-tipped morning rose,  choose hues to hint at the satin-sheen edges of curved petals,  but I fear the yellow  will be too bold, the pink overshadowing — How can I translate such rare and nuanced beauty?   —C.L.Continue reading “Hesitation”

Syncopation

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke  What sets  the spring-blue sky’s poetic meter?   Yellow daisies, ladybugs,  rosebuds, butterflies, and lazy,  breezy, dreamy afternoons. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher andContinue reading “Syncopation”

Butterfly Haiku 3

What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!  —  William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly” Dawn calls all sleeping wings to waken and wander — still life aflutter. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. FisherContinue reading “Butterfly Haiku 3”

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”