yellow dots of bees
broken clouds, sewn with sun
wildflower-blue field Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
Over-Crowded
Ouch, watch my leaves!
You’re stepping on my stem! Continue reading
Pollen Puff
like pink fairy trees
Astilbe brushes my knees
pollen puff <sneeze!>
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading
In-Between Earth and Sky
Fields of daisies bloom
between forest and highway,
nodding sunny faces,
in the threshold
between earth and sky. Continue reading
Geyser of Ideas
September brings so many thoughts, ideas and plans,
things to do, see to, begin, accomplish and enjoy,
that my subterranean reservoir fills until ideas
geyser up in a hot, fraught fountain of chaos. Continue reading
Vibrant Mushroom Arrangements Photographed
A dose of magical mushrooms for what ails you thanks to photographer Jill Bliss.
Of Butterflies and Bee Balm
Firework flower,
raspberry red,
scented like sage,
holds up its head. Continue reading
Grumbling Old Bee
The bee alights on Sedum
asks why, oh, why did I weed ’em?
A clover
stopover
is needed, but I don’t heed ‘im. Continue reading
Witch Weeding
A garden witch
knows when to weed,
when to deadhead.
Lets some things reseed.
Pulls quackgrass,
curly dock, carpet weed,
crab grass. Makes wishes Continue reading
Summer Postcard Swap
Thanks to Carol Varsalona who sent me dreams, hopes and fairy dust. Continue reading
For the First Words Spoken after a Long Silence
after Terrance Hayes’s lines:
sing until our blood is jazz,
we swing from June to June
Our skin is too tight. We need to sing,
our spirits folded into cranes, until
we can no longer stop our
words from spilling like blood, Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 