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”

Thin Air

“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.” — E.B. White We wear the gray  of winter like a heavy coat, the long “a”  even sounds weighted  and tired, but January  exhales a thin air  after autumn’s bluster  thins the trees,  earth’sContinue reading “Thin Air”

Trees of Winter

Missing the green, I’ve become part  of the monotone gray, silhouetted against a cloudy sky, my arms stretched, seeking the warmth of a distant sun, cold and weary  as I wait for spring, walking among the leafless trees of winter. —C.L.Fisher, January 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L.Continue reading “Trees of Winter”

The Skins of Trees

That is why I can never stop praising you; I declare your glory all day long. And now, in my old age, don’t set me aside. Don’t abandon me when my strength is failing. — Psalm 71: 8-9 Layers of bark, broken,  cracked like skin, aged  by heat and wind.  These trees have lived  long,Continue reading “The Skins of Trees”