Posted by

Posted on

July 30, 2015

Posted under

Comments

Fairy Tale Flowers

Seeds sown wide
scatter color to the wind.
July is hothouse
blooms and wildflowers:
Coreopsis gold,
Cosmos pink and purple,
Day lilies and moonflowers.
Bees, flown off their knees,
crumble dust to honey.
On that perfumed air,
dreams ride Scotch Broom,
trip on witch hobble
and snatch blueberries.
Bee balm bursts into fireworks.
Dragons doze in glades,
and little boys whistle up storms.
Thunder rides stallions
behind black clouds.
Summer is a fairy tale,
wild and free.

This post is part of Poetry Friday, this week hosted thanks to Keri Recommends.

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 30, 2015

Posted under

Poetry

Comments

19 Comments

Afloat

I hope you will love LeafandTwig as much as I do. Always beautiful images paired with insightful, uplifting words. For any who don’t already know and appreciate her, here is a lovely haiku and photo. XOXO

Leaf And Twig

lilies rose
the water bloomed
hope floats

View original post

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 29, 2015

Posted under

Photography, Poetry

Comments

40 Comments

Covered Bridge

River rambles and curves,
shallow then deep,
rocky or smooth,
changeable as the weather.
Under the bridge are dark places,
deep pools with hidden depths.
The biggest fish hide there.
Aquatic plants sway
in the current, roots unseen.
The burbling water
covers whispers made, but
sounds echo above,
in the dim covered bridge,
where magic dwells.
Gossamer webs hold fast
lingering traces of lovers past.
Children, clapping hands
and believing in fairies,
once danced here.
Their shadows remain
sweetening the breezes.

Red Covered Bridge

Note: These photographs were taken in New Hampshire in the White Mountains.

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 28, 2015

Posted under

Photography, Poetry

Comments

31 Comments

Zinnia Days

Bugs may nibble,
and the rain drizzle,
but my color flares
for you.

Heat may wilt,
or age bring a droop,
but my petals widen
for you.

Your smile holds the sun;
your scent perfumes the air.
Always I dream
of you.

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 27, 2015

Posted under

Poetry

Comments

26 Comments

Wordless Wednesday – The Glimmer

Here is magic, just in light. Morgan has gathered together a golden grouping that look like a fairy tale. Have a great week!

BooknVolume

.
~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Photographs found on facebook.com/pages/BEAUTIFUL-PLANET-EARTH/198320350202343 Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographers. Thank you!

View original post

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 27, 2015

Posted under

Photography, Poetry

Comments

32 Comments

Lavender Longing

Used with permission of Diary of Dennis

lavender longing
nothing else matters
ahhhh

Note: Thanks to Dennis for letting me use this photograph of his — it inspired my haiku. Please visit him for advice on photographing insects, which was above my head. If my iPhone can’t do it, I’m out of luck.

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 27, 2015

Posted under

Photography, Poetry

Comments

26 Comments

Bianca Belle

Bianca Belle knew full well:
A Belle wears white, plain and bright,
To her first ball within fairy Hall.

She wanted to rebel, shh, don’t tell!
She fought, ignoring all she’d been taught,
And did her own thing, finding her inner bling.

She added orange beads, like tiny seeds,
Dangling on citrine fringe: a wild color binge.
Bianca was one in a million at the cotillion.

She set a new trend by refusing to bend
To her parent’s tradition, creating a mission
Of being unique, true to herself, bold and chic.

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 27, 2015

Posted under

Poetry

Comments

6 Comments

Amethyst torches

Here is a lovely photo by LavenderMoonGirl that reminds me of Butterfly bushes and make me long to be a hungry butterfly. And then the poem makes my butterfly heart sing. I hope the magic finds you this week.

Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature

Pyramidal Orchids

Like Amethyst torches,

Glimmering high in

The chalk passes,

Where shimmering faeries

Dance to the sound

Of lyrical Skylarks.

I love these beautiful wild orchids (Anacamptis pyramidalis). On our walks it is often difficult not to walk on them! These little magical torches of the fairy world are scattered over the chalky downs of the Chiltern hills.

View original post

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 27, 2015

Posted under

Poetry

Comments

17 Comments

remember…you really are magical

Michelle Marie and Jeanne Marie are the two most loving and supportive people I know. They have brought being feminine to a new level in their thinkingpinkx2 website. I hope you will feel more magical everyday! Thanks, Pink Fairies! Have a great week! Brenda

thinkingpinkx2

rememberyoureallyaremagical remember…
you really are magical
fantastical
magnifical
anything is possible
remember…
you really are magical

View original post

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 22, 2015

Posted under

Photography, Poetry

Comments

30 Comments

Fairy Tent City

A sudden squall thunders.
Tent City springs up.
Way-sprites huddle –
wayfaring fae kin
dislike staying home.
They travel light:
just dancing feet,
a bit of music
and nature’s magic.
When rain pounds,
they hold fast
to one slippery slope and
conical roofs rise,
followed soon by tunes.
Fiddles sigh and drums thrum.
A lilting song climbs the scale –
a spirited counterpoint
to the pattering rain.
Birds hide under leaves
and bob their heads.
Chipmunks curl up
in their beds.
If only the music
would never stop.

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 21, 2015

Posted under

Photography, Poetry

Comments

35 Comments

Forest Spirits

Forest spirits linger high and
wonder at the changing sky.
Sky blue interlaces with clouds
above summer mountains blue.
Below, dark gorges are punctuated
by sharp granite shoulders, themselves
overlaid by softening moss quilts.

The still quiet is
broken by the first raindrop,
a mouse scurries for cover,
and the Lost River roars welcome.

I lose my worries at the feet of granite giants,
feel them washed free by rain hunting
the Lost River, hidden deep underground.
Its voice emerges from caves,
behind glacial boulders and over waterfalls.
Even the forest spirits are silenced.

That powerful roar
intrigues and captivates.
In the waterfall is the full fury.
What were my worries?
They pale beside river spirits,
kinfolk to the forest spirits.
The Lost River surges,
its voice amplified by
last night’s thundershowers
coupled with today’s sprinkles.
My spirit expands.

Note: These photographs were taken today at the Lost River Gorge. Over 1300 steps led into and around the gorge, taking us on a hide-and-seek journey exploring the Lost River and its many secret places.

Posted by

Brenda Davis Harsham

Posted on

July 20, 2015

Posted under

Photography, Poetry

Comments

42 Comments

Rhodie Abloom

proud full bloom
sprinkled with sage fairy dust
beckoning bees

Note: Hiking in New Hampshire today. Hot, sweltering with thunder shows hovering. I’ll hope for some fairy dust and a well-placed swimming hole. 🙂 Have a great week! Warmly, Brenda