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”

Let All the Earth

Truth springs up from the earth, and righteousness smiles down from heaven. — Psalm 85:11, NLT Through leather my fingers grasp the soil, plow a tiny portion  of ground, the sun warms my back countering the sensation of cold dirt still waking from winter’s slow-released breath,  but the pear trees know, the white blooms announcedContinue reading “Let All the Earth”

Dandelion Pentastich

That is one good thing about this world … There are always sure to be more springs. — L. M. Montgomery This tiny wish-spark, a globe  of light ready to burst— let loose,  float, fly, tower above the tall grasses  and travel into the blue of spring — But will I blow the candle out?Continue reading “Dandelion Pentastich”

Daffodils

“Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, and take the winds of March with beauty.” – William Shakespeare Why do daffodils hang their heads? Are the sun-drenched bells too heavy? Is the chill of February too dreary? Perhaps it is just that they, too, long to gaze at another lovey face or remind us trueContinue reading “Daffodils”

Spring Winks

“April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain.” —From T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land Just beyond my reach  in the highest branches, tilted just enough for the sun to catch the edge and cause the tiny flower to wink, grasp myContinue reading “Spring Winks”

A Promise

The clouds held dirt from yesterday, dimming the blue to a dingy gray that met me after the sun rose somewhere behind the murkiness, but my eyes fell on the blooming pear tree, the simple, life-lit green,  white cups holding a spray of pink, a promise, a budding of spring. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 UnlessContinue reading “A Promise”