Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on March 24, 2014 Posted under Photography, Poetry Comments 36 Comments Winter Red Ditty Patches of snow gleam in drifts, Branches entwine in red towers, High rises for fairies on shifts, Thicket bark lovelier than flowers. Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham Ways to Share this:EmailPrintMoreTwitterTumblrPinterestPocketFacebookGoogleLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related dittyFairyfairy talefriendly fairy talepoemPoetrysnowsongwinter red Post navigation ← Dancing Memento Spring is Sprung → 36 thoughts on “Winter Red Ditty” Brenda, I look forward to spring and summer when that plant is in bloom. I don’t remember anything like that in Northern Viriginia when I lived there. Yet in the branches I see it’s potential. Take care, Bill LikeLike Reply Some of my readers believe it’s a dogwood, I guess there must be a variety with red bark, but I have no idea. It’s far enough away from my house, I’m not sure I’ll recognize it once it has leafed up or bloomed. If I figure it out, I’ll post it. VA must have been beautiful. Did you live in the foothills or were you farther from Appalachia? LikeLike Reply The thicket red is lovelier than flowers, I agree! The tubular plants remind me of red licorice! Smiles, Robin LikeLike Reply Good enough to eat! LOL I like the way you see things, Robin. Hugs, Brenda LikeLike Reply Lovely. I love to see a phot through your imaginative eyes. LikeLike Reply LOL I never see things just like anybody else. I never thought people would like my flights of dance. I’m so happy you do!! Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply The beauty of words entangled with a beauty for the eyes. Was missing this. LikeLike Reply Your own poetry emerges more, day by day, Charly. I’m so pleased for you. Hugs, Brenda LikeLike Reply Thanks for the compliment. Just have to keep practicing and practicing to write better as with everything. Hopefully I have more time for it. Hugs back. LikeLike Reply I hope you have time for it, too. I hope you find a job that is easier on you, and that you go easy on you, too. LikeLike Reply I do have a job….writing LikeLike Reply Right! LikeLike Damn write! LikeLike LOL LikeLike Nice piece of writing! LikeLike Reply Thanks, Ladyfi! Have a great week! Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply i wonder how many are on the day shift and how many on the night? LikeLike Reply Ooo, maybe the night shift is a skeleton crew!! Shivers! LikeLike Reply Lovely Brenda. I particularly like the ‘branches entwining in red towers’ reminding me of ‘Rapunzel’ -:) LikeLike Reply Yes, Just like that story! LikeLike Reply Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: THAT’S DOGWOOD???? LikeLike Reply I love those red things! LikeLike Reply Me, too. I love how you always go right to the heart of things. LikeLike Reply Do I? I suppose it’s professorish of me. LikeLike Reply Yes, very educated and incisive. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Beautiful house, beautiful poem! LikeLike Reply Thanks! Color is so rare this time of year. I had to stop and try to let it shine in a photo. LikeLike Reply Very nice, Brenda! Great house and love all the Dogwoods!! LikeLike Reply It is a pretty house. 🙂 Not mine, though. Thanks for commenting! Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply Great visual 🙂 ( by the By is that your house? ) NICE! LikeLike Reply No, that belongs to a distant neighbor, at least half an hour’s walk from here. 🙂 Have a great week, Morgan! Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply 🙂 lovely all the same 🙂 LikeLike Reply Yes, I would not be sad to live there. 🙂 LikeLike Reply lol nor would I really 🙂 LikeLike Reply Fairies on shift!! hihihihi!! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Well, they can’t work all the time, can they? LOL LikeLike Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.