I’ve watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower…. — William Wordsworth Monarch of the leaves high stepping your greenery and crowned by sunrise. —C.L. Fisher, October 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
The light hit in just the right slant, rays breaking in, the blue of the sky diving into the deeper amber shades on the far horizon and I feel as if I am at the bottom of a lake, slowly being pulled to the surface, satisfied to be drowning in one breathtaking moment. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “Breathtaking”
How is it this long, wasp-like but wingless creature becomes a little, unassuming ladybug? Smaller, she is but a dainty remnant, an emergence of a speckled & friendly dot from this some-what scary looking, long-legged infant we might swat…. We know so little of the natural world, most of us, at least, inside walls, headsContinue reading “What Wonders”
Tiny white petals like folded butterfly wings displayed on a tiny green leaf, perfect parcels, a ready gift, if you just lean into this waiting wilderness. —C.L. Fisher, May 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
We talked this afternoon of worlds/ That herd within the sky;/ Of all the majesty and reach/ Of stellar space, till I/ Was grateful to the ladybug/ That crawled across my dress,/ Just for its foolish speckled back,/ And for its littleness. ~Ethel A. Turner, 1921 She scurried up the side of a leaf, pausedContinue reading “Little Steward”
She lost herself in thought, the way she had in childhood, chasing stardust and a trail of flowers to a land of green hills and open sky, a place she visits anytime she has a minute to wander past a river to a garden where she and her butterfly friends attend a picnic under theContinue reading “Chasing Stardust”
I’d like to spend a week under my favorite tree with a book of poetry and a a sketchpad — I’d begin with the leaves, use my pencil to mimic veins that run the length of the spine stretching to the outlines from the stem to tip, shade one side in contrast to the edgeContinue reading “Lesser”
I enjoy the serene offerings of cornflower blue lantana, the pleasing scent of yellow shrub roses, the moonlight glow of the blue plumbago that all grow near or under the canopy of this strong bur oak, a shield and protector in this tiny garden I roam. This day, this hard day when life is setContinue reading “The Bur Oak Tree”
A moonbeam rides along the angled roof and sits in the hollows under eaves outside my window as I consider starlight in drifts, like mist blown on ink. The blue haloed Venus has light distilled to white and then diffused into a translucence of beautiful gauze. Moon, stars, all glorious on God’s obsidian canvas, andContinue reading “The Artist”