Sunset Charm

West Dennis MA Wetlands at Sunset

A magic charm,
A balm for the soul –
Just add one sunset to
The first star of the night,
Throw in a child’s laugh,
And a heart-felt wish.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This sunset was in West Dennis, Massachusetts, on Cape Cod. I may not have had internet connectivity on my mini-break, but I had connections to the clouds, sunsets and stars. :-) I got home, and my internet connection is spotty, and loading webpages nearly impossible. I will try to visit you when we have solved this new problem. Have a wonderful week ahead, my friends.

In-Between Weekend

West Dennis Beach sunset

Salty breezes lift away cares.
Color spills across the water,
Too intense for the sky to contain.
Horseshoe crabs dance a blurry ballet,
Twisting and turning in the gentle waves.
Seabirds swim quietly, at peace.
Twilight wanes, in-between day and night.
Summer is ending; school is about to begin.
In-between holds powerful magic.
Tomorrow seems far away,
Yesterday, a pleasant, hazy memory.
The right-now is a time of beauty.
Fleeting, but all the more precious for it.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: Happy Labor Day Weekend! This sunset was photographed on the West Dennis Beach, Cape Cod, Massachusetts.

Full Bloom

Peach Day Lily Bloom

Punch of peach,
Late summer bloom,
Labored year round,
For this shining moment
At the end of summer.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Happy Labor Day to all those in the United States!!

Note: This bloom is a daylily of a most unusual shade. It looks like a rose, doesn’t it?

Secret Folk

Statues in a garden

Deep in the wildwood,
Beneath the green leaves,
Hide a welter of wee folk.
They play tricks, keep their secrets,
Hobnob with toads and kiss dragonflies.
Tuesdays, they take tea with an elderly dragon,
Nibbling hazelnut tarts and sunshine flan.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Dragons Hiding

Tree in Woods with Dragon Toe

Dragons are masters of hiding.
Sightings on the ground are rare.
Gannon would never have found one
but for the dragon toe below.
When he looked up,
The bark of the tree moved, and
A knot in the bark turned into an eye.
Fire blotted out the sky.
Gannon jumped on its back
As it spread leafy wings,
And together they flew toward the moon.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham


Brenda Davis Harsham:

This new friend has a wonderful poem by Thomas Randolph matched with a dragonfly photo, and the dragonfly looks like a Common Whitetail male. What a coincidence! I just published a photo of a Common Whitetail female tonight. Life is magical, and I hope that magic comes your way! Blessings, Brenda

Originally posted on The Ouachita Shutterbug:

We the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
~Thomas Randolph

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Amazing Blogger: Brenda!

Brenda Davis Harsham:

I don’t like to crow, I’m more of a sparrow, but I have to reblog to thank Just Patty at petitemagique for her Post about me and friendly fairy tales. Patty is a lovely poet and friend. I love what she has to say about magic and fairy tales. Thanks, Patty! Blessings everyone! Brenda

Originally posted on petitemagique:

Every week I want to share an amazing blogger with you all, so you can check out their blogs and maybe make some new friends!

All of these bloggers have amazed me with their art, kind heart, friendship and skills.

You ready? Here we go!


Meet Brenda

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A little about Brenda

I’m Brenda Davis Harsham. I live in New England with my fantastic husband and three story-telling children, where we are surrounded by music, gardens and magic.  New stories unfold around me all the time, and sometimes I’m lucky enough to write them down. The world is full of possibility and wonder. I’m inspired by nature, my kids, friends, storms, coincidences, art, magic and memories. I’ve been telling stories for as long as I can remember. I’m delighted to share my fairy tales with you here.

This site is for kids of all ages, and it’s safe…

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Adventure: A Sunlit Path

Sunlit Path

The way was crisscrossed with roots and rocky.
Bellissa, the wood nymph carefully tread
The sunlit path of shadow and dappled light.

Her ears were full of the music playing:
The symphony of green rustling leaves and
The decrescendo of the cicadas.

A crescendo of a dog’s barking by the shore
Caught her attention, and she hid in the silver birch.
The excited pup romped, shaking off an avalanche of drips.

She climbed toward a peak, leaving the shore behind,
The wind grew stiffer and the trees bent.
Ahead lay possibility, wonder and magic.

Always moving toward the next place,
Where imagination filled in the wood with secrets,
Caves, trolls, dragons, gnomes, friends and foe.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Something Blue

Blue berries

Remember the magic:
When you look closely,
What was hidden
Is found.
Something small
Can give you wings.
What was sad
Can give you strength.
What stole your voice
Can make you sing.
Remember the magic.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

This poem is dedicated to Ms. Vee, who is a fellow phoenix, a bird reborn from flames.