Waiting Flowers

Closed tulips

On this rainy day,
Cold damp enters the stem,
Stiffening the buds.
Red veins dry to yellow.
Petals close tightly,
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the bees.
Waiting for the children.

Splashing in rain puddles,
Muddy in and out of boots,
Fragrance of a young girl,
Laughing honeyed breaths
Of magic youth.
Flowers watching,
Green with envy.
Red with longing.

Brothers clap and mother groans,
Wet mud rises in fountains,
Falls in joyful splatters.
Rain mixes with laughter:
Child magic.
The sun hears.
Clouds part.
Flowers open.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

42 thoughts on “Waiting Flowers

  1. Oh, how sweet and lovely!! I love this poem Brenda!! It is adorable! 🙂 And I would not at all mind being a Jane! (as long as I don’t have to be Tarzan’s girlfriend!!! 🙂 ) Hihi! Have you read my Fairy Tea Party poem? I so wanted you to come along for the party! Hihihihi:-) The Fairy Queen sooooo wants to meet you! 🙂 Lovely Lovely Magical Fairy-Brenda! 🙂


    • I have come by, and I love your Fairy Tea Party!! How joyful I feel after I visit your blog. Thanks for your lovely words about my poem. I had just watched Il Postino, and I wanted to write something beautiful. Joyful.

      You will not be Tarzan’s girlfriend. 🙂


  2. Dear Brenda,
    As a birthday gift, I am posting your Haibun for the Soul piece as a Best of Better Endings re-blog story as of now through tomorrow.


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