May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
I also offer a free midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, about a young girl and the traditions of her family on Midsummer. Here is a link to Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all.
Blessings, Brenda
The white butterfly raises her wings,
Setting sail across the wide Dogwood Sea.
Wind makes the crossing choppy,
White wings jibe and come about,
Alighting nowhere, like a fae albatross.
The cabbage-white butterfly blends —
She could be a dogwood petal
But for her mesmerizing aerial dance.
One tiny egg laid on the underside of a mustard leaf,
Gave birth to her brief but ecstatic life.
Her tiny white wing-sails make of the air an endless ocean.
Oh, to dance with her on the white breakers,
Smelling sweetly of spring rather than salt
With nectar’s spray dampening my skin.
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fingerpaint pink rays
blooms opening childlike smiles
fuzzy green hearts
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rock garden
structure enfolds elegance
stone walls support
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Shining brightly, for all to see,
Father flower, right there nightly,
Strong and steadfast, ready to enfold,
With love, his children he beholds.
Happy Father’s Day to my hubby, father of my three children, my own father and my father-in-law. And Happy Father’s Day to all the dads, on the good days and the bad. Parenting can be a bumpy road, but this is for the dads who keep going, day after day, making bad days better and good days great. We all need our fathers as much as our mothers. Blessings, Brenda
deep in the woods
wildflowers by the path’s edge
sunshine in the dim
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Still
Garden
Succulents,
Thick and fleshy,
Summer heart pulsing,
Pride of Wood Elves,
Flowers not,
Dry Wit,
Root.
Note: This poem is a Ninette, with 5 lines, starting with one syllable on the first line, increasing by ones to five on the fifth and then decreasing by ones to one syllable on the last line. Or a syllable count of: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Reference: Poetry Soup – Ninette
“It’s not about what it is, it’s about what it can become.”
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
shooting stars
tiny truffula trees
violet galaxy
Note: In my house, despite knowing this is the giant allium bloom, we always call it the Dr. Seuss plant, in honor of it looking like his truffula trees in the Lorax. Every year it delights us and makes us smile.
What do you see?
I imagined a baby robin eating his first worm. I looked up baby robins, and I learned they are born with an egg tooth that disappears. They have no feathers, and their eyes are closed until at least three days pass. After three days, the primary feather sheaths begin to poke through the skin. I wonder if that hurts like when a baby teethes.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: A visual haiku is a photograph that implies the presence of something not there. For other visual haiku, click here, here and here.
References:
Cornell Lab’s American Robin
Messinger Woods Guide to Development of a Baby Bird
Baby Robins in the Nest
weighted with words
wisteria heavy
falling from lips
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windy days blowing
dandelion kisses high
children make wishes
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lacy-capped mushrooms
popping up all over town
spring bonnets
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