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.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
This post is part of Poetry Friday, this week hosted thanks to Keri Recommends.
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Reblogged this on A Few of My Favorite Things… and commented:
Amazing summer poem by Brenda Davis Harsham.
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Thank you!
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Oh, this is lovely! 🙂 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂 XOXO
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Brenda, I can picture bee balm exploding in their flower blooms looking like fireworks. Their points even curve and “sizzle” in appearance. The dreams riding Scotch broom and tripping over witch hobble were such interesting ways of personifying. Then giving links really adds to this, Brenda. Like a layered cake with surprise fillings.
I wondered if you meant seeds were sown? I like your word as a unique one to depict seeds looking like stitches or something else. 🙂
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Oh, my, you caught me in a typo!! Good on you! I do try to use language in unique ways, but “sewn” was a straight out type. LOL I’m glad you see the bee balm that way, too. i love the names of plants, and I try to use them where I can. 🙂
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Yes, summer is a fairy tale. A pretty hot one, here in Texas.
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I’m not sure I could take that heat!
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This us truly delightful. I just live your images you paint with your pen.
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Thanks, Oliana. XOXO
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Lovely!
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A lovely and cheery post … 🙂
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Thanks!
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A wonderful profusion of images and color! I love how the poem moves from garden images we know to creative fairytale images. Well done.
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Thank you. I love writing poetry. Your book, Feathers and Trumpets sounds delightful.
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Love a poem about a garden! You do conjure up a wild and free spirit with this 🙂
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Oh, that does make me happy. Thanks! I loved the poem you shared, especially the ending: “Weak in the world’s long wind,/ yet holding tight.” I feel like that after a long day of parenting. 🙂 I don’t find it easy to comment on blogspot. Often it doesn’t post my comment, despite my best efforts. But I do appreciate what I read.
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Absolutely wonderful Brenda, tells so beautifully of that sudden burst of summer. Before you realise spring has vanished, summer bursts out – then gone before you can truly enjoy it all! 🙂
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Yes, it goes from the sudden burst to deadheading so quickly. Many of my flowers have faded already. But the magic lingers in my imagination. 😉
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These flowers are remarkably beautiful !! Your words add life to these photos Brenda 🙂
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Thanks! I have been lucky to see many gorgeous flowers this summer.
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So pretty, all the summer’s abuzz! Love “Crumble dust to honey” & all the flowers mentioned, joyful!
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Reaching you from Poetry Friday…my favorite lines are
Bees, flown off their knees,
Crumble dust to honey.
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Heidi, I loved your post on Tuck Everlasting, what a wonderful quote. I tried and tried to leave a comment. I hope you got it, but I have no confidence because it kept offering to let me publish. Anyway, thanks for your compliment about my poem. I was told by a poet in high school that I, too, was a poet, but it took me many years to accept that. But now, I fly the poetry flag high.
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Magic.
‘Dragons doze in glades’
AnElephant dances to this line!
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Yeah, AnElephant dancing would be a vision of pink radiance. 🙂
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Lovely. it is cold winter here in my part of the world, but this warmed me up. I especially liked the lines:
Bees, flown off their knees,
Crumble dust to honey.
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That’s high praise coming from you, Sally. I appreciate the comment very much! Warmly, Brenda
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Wonderful poetry about summer! Has the colors and the intensity of the season. Bravo, Brenda! 🙂
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Thanks, Fabio, we are having a lovely summer. I’m glad some of the color came through.
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Summer in New England is very beautiful. All seasons are beautiful there! Enjoy everything! 🙂
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“Thunder rides stallions behind black clouds,” perfect!
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Thanks! Such fun to write.
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Love your metaphors in your poem about summer ans your last line: Summer is a fairy tale, wild and free.
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Good luck with your move and new life! I hope your new life is wild and free, too. 🙂
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Thank you. I am moved and trying to settle!
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Take your time. Better slowly than sore. 🙂
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What a wonderful ode to nature’s glory. You have blueberries. Wow!
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I found the blueberries in a wild gorge in New Hampshire. They weren’t ripe, alas. More for the birds.
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We always have plentiful blueberries here in Northern Ontario , except for this year. Lack of rain and unusually hot weather has hurt the forest’s bounty. Feel sorry for the bears and other wildlife that feed on them. Loved the photo.
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I’ve tried to grow blueberries in my yard, but we have too much shade. And thanks!
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They look so good. Worth going back for sometime???
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The kids are already talking about going back next year. 🙂
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That’s lovely for you to know how much they are loving their vacation.
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They are having fun, and it’s good they say so. 🙂 Thanks!
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“Thunder rides stallions
behind black clouds.”
I like this a lot 🙂
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Yeah! Thanks! I do love writing.
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This is wonderful!
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Thanks! 🙂 I’m glad you stopped by. I like your blog, too. 🙂
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