A toddler oak glints like rubies.
Too young for acorns, trunk,
Or boughs, just a sprig,
a sprout, a snip of joy,
with earth between its toes,
it has unfolded proudly.
Its leaves flower in fall,
alight, aglow, aflame,
crimson with yearning for spring.
Its sire has amber leaves and brown
scattered about the ground.
Does the tiny tree dread
gale force winds, ice and snow
more than its older kin?
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
43 thoughts on “Finding Red”
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That little fledgling oak sure is “purty,”Sweet Brenda. I like how you and Beth are gingers. I have my new grandson, Hendrix, to kiss his sweet red hair. My Mom’s hair is brown and thin. She doesn’t want her hair done. In fact, she cut it while in the bathroom about 2 inches chopped off. 🙂 Silly Mom! She used to have auburn wavy hair. I dye mine a little golden red. Anyway, your “ginger colored oak baby” is cute! Hope you can save the tree! ♡
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Pure chance being born ginger. It sure isn’t easy to be different when you’re in elementary school. I like being a redhead now, though. I hope you get to kiss Hendrix a lot. XOXO
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I never knew redheads got teased. I hated boys asking if I had a “redbreast.” 🙂 Sorry, hope it wasn’t horrible, Brenda. ♡
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I was too tough for them to pick on too much. 😉
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Good for you! 🙂 I had 2 brothers, 18 Mos and one 3 years younger. We were our own pack. I learned how to jump out of trees and also, into basement foundations to get empty pop bottles to turn on for refunds.
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I had brothers, too. Too much older to be a pack.
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Very lovely Brenda
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Thanks!
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beautiful!
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“a snip of joy, with earth between it’s toes”. Love it! 😊
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Thanks! 🙂 I wish I could dig it out and plant it in my yard. It’s growing up a fence, and will probably get yanked out. But it’s such a happy little tree.
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Aww..maybe you could ask someone if you could take it?
It would be a shame if it got yanked.
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Yes, perhaps I will see my neighbor one of these days…
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I love this! Full of tenderness and joy.
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Thank you! I was trying to access joy, which I’m finding tougher in my post-surgery state. I’m glad I got there. 🙂
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Great poem, dear Bren…. These verses truly stand out …
“Its leaves flower in fall,
alight, aglow, aflame,
crimson with yearning for spring”.
I also liked the way you played with the two meanings of “leaves” here…. That was very clever, indeed.
Love and best wishes. Aquileana ★⭐
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Thanks, Aquileana. Hope you have a magical weekend! XOXO, Brenda
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I simply adore this piece! Those opening five lines are simply exquisite.
Also, I feel like we’re on similar wavelengths. Just did a post on sprouts/plants. ^_^
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Thanks, Eva. I’ll come and check out your site. I haven’t seen you in my reader in a long time. XOXO
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You’re welcome! Xoxo
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XOXO I like your dancing plants. 🙂
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😀 They all dance so elegantly, don’t they?
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I can’t seem to get to your old site anymore. Your link takes me to your new one.
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I purposely did that to get more traffic to the new one. http://www.evapoetex.com 🙂
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Gotcha. But I’m not too good at remembering too many names — websites, gravatars, etc. It’s too much. Thanks for the link.
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I completely understand that! There are SO many people on WP. Don’t worry about keeping up with all of my blogs, lol. I appreciate you either way. ^_^
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It’s a matter of the finding. I like your work. XOXO
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Aww, thank you! You already know I’m a fan of yours.
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Thank you, too!
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Lovely poetry poses interesting question…if it’s his first season perhaps ignorance is bliss 🙂
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Perhaps it’s the ruddy joy of youth. I seem much faded to when I was younger, too. 😉
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sigh…it happens to the best of us!
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i love the reds –
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Me, too!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WELL-RED!
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Thanks, Jonathan! Us redheads have to stick together!
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I remember that from somewhere….! 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thanks!
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Very much my pleasure beautiful writing ♡
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Aw, what a lovely thing to read right before I crash for the night. Blessings
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And back to you beautiful writer♡
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XOXO
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