Finding Poetry

I find it in the spilling autumn  leaves, the harvesting of apples, the ladybug clinging to clover,  the lavender dawning on a new horizon, the fire of one lone star sparking through a cloudy dusk — the moment my heart knew beauty was created by God, at that instance, I knew poetry. —C.L. Fisher, October 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Finding Poetry”

Life

Fragmented speeches, flashes of faces; bits and pieces, scattered traces; pauses to consider a slant of light,  the bend of limbs in a leafless tree, a morning song of a lonely thrush,  the final brilliance of a setting sun — all forms of poetry— sighs, stutters, whisperings; running breathlessly, rest and rapid spurts, laughter, tears,Continue reading “Life”