Late one evening,
I knit the silk
of new roses
into the floss
of thistle blooms Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
Syringa
The scent of lilac and the music of spring. Seedbud has a magic touch with her photos and words.
Happy July 4th!
Happy Red, White and Blue from the flowers!
Happy Poetry Friday!
Here is a poem of joy for you:
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Read the rest here.
— William Wordsworth
May you experience the joy and magic of being with family.
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts for hosting his week!
Stop by and read more poetry if you have time.
Fothergilla Geese
flightless white geese
milky swirls of thin petals
perch on lily pads
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: These blooms are dwarf Fothergilla, cousin to Witch Hazel. Fothergilla gardenii were discovered here by Alexander Garden (1730-1791) a Scottish physician and naturalist who introduced them to England. What a great name he had for his profession.
Trees Risk it All
How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading
Life Thrives
Life thrives
whether we care for it
or not. Continue reading
Lupine Spires
The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading
Midsummer At Last
May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
If Shakespeare is your cup of tea, here’s a fairy poem on Midsummer from him. I also offer a midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, called Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all. Continue reading
Lilacs for Dad
Lilacs are pink,
lilacs are blue,
with help from dad,
kids grow up true. Continue reading
Tulip Dreams
Tulips gossip downtown
in streets curved in frowns.
Too many people
walk dogs, legs lifting –
tulips don’t want a drink,
of that kind, I think. Continue reading
The Color of Teachers
The color of daughters
is spring pink,
a color to open a bud
in the hardest heart. Continue reading
Ladybug Umbrellas
Michelle Marie is flat on her back in pain and still flying with ladybugs. I love her, Queen Pink and Supermom! I hope you enjoy her whimsy and have a fantastic week! Warmly, Brenda
She told me I could catch a ride
The wildflowers called our name
Come ride, Come sway, let’s pretend
We can ride to a happy place
And sway…and sway…and sway
Friendly Fairy Tales 