Here is magic, just in light. Morgan has gathered together a golden grouping that look like a fairy tale. Have a great week!
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Beautiful Photographs found on facebook.com/pages/BEAUTIFUL-PLANET-EARTH/198320350202343 Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographers. Thank you!
Used with permission of Diary of Dennis
lavender longing
nothing else matters
ahhhh
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Thanks to Dennis for letting me use this photograph of his — it inspired my haiku. Please visit him for advice on photographing insects, which was above my head. If my iPhone can’t do it, I’m out of luck.
Bianca Belle knew full well:
A Belle wears white, plain and bright,
To her first ball within fairy Hall.
She wanted to rebel, shh, don’t tell!
She fought, ignoring all she’d been taught,
And did her own thing, finding her inner bling.
She added orange beads, like tiny seeds,
Dangling on citrine fringe: a wild color binge.
Bianca was one in a million at the cotillion.
She set a new trend by refusing to bend
To her parent’s tradition, creating a mission
Of being unique, true to herself, bold and chic.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Here is a lovely photo by LavenderMoonGirl that reminds me of Butterfly bushes and make me long to be a hungry butterfly. And then the poem makes my butterfly heart sing. I hope the magic finds you this week.
Pyramidal Orchids
Like Amethyst torches,
Glimmering high in
The chalk passes,
Where shimmering faeries
Dance to the sound
Of lyrical Skylarks.
I love these beautiful wild orchids (Anacamptis pyramidalis). On our walks it is often difficult not to walk on them! These little magical torches of the fairy world are scattered over the chalky downs of the Chiltern hills.
Michelle Marie and Jeanne Marie are the two most loving and supportive people I know. They have brought being feminine to a new level in their thinkingpinkx2 website. I hope you will feel more magical everyday! Thanks, Pink Fairies! Have a great week! Brenda
remember…
you really are magical
fantastical
magnifical
anything is possible
remember…
you really are magical
A sudden squall thunders.
Tent City springs up.
Way-sprites huddle –
wayfaring fae kin
dislike staying home.
They travel light:
just dancing feet,
a bit of music
and nature’s magic.
When rain pounds,
they hold fast
to one slippery slope and
conical roofs rise,
followed soon by tunes.
Fiddles sigh and drums thrum.
A lilting song climbs the scale –
a spirited counterpoint
to the pattering rain.
Birds hide under leaves
and bob their heads.
Chipmunks curl up
in their beds.
If only the music
would never stop.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Forest spirits linger high and
wonder at the changing sky.
Sky blue interlaces with clouds
above summer mountains blue.
Below, dark gorges are punctuated
by sharp granite shoulders, themselves
overlaid by softening moss quilts.
The still quiet is
broken by the first raindrop,
a mouse scurries for cover,
and the Lost River roars welcome.
I lose my worries at the feet of granite giants,
feel them washed free by rain hunting
the Lost River, hidden deep underground.
Its voice emerges from caves,
behind glacial boulders and over waterfalls.
Even the forest spirits are silenced.
That powerful roar
intrigues and captivates.
In the waterfall is the full fury.
What were my worries?
They pale beside river spirits,
kinfolk to the forest spirits.
The Lost River surges,
its voice amplified by
last night’s thundershowers
coupled with today’s sprinkles.
My spirit expands.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: These photographs were taken today at the Lost River Gorge. Over 1300 steps led into and around the gorge, taking us on a hide-and-seek journey exploring the Lost River and its many secret places.
proud full bloom
sprinkled with sage fairy dust
beckoning bees
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Hiking in New Hampshire today. Hot, sweltering with thunder shows hovering. I’ll hope for some fairy dust and a well-placed swimming hole. 🙂 Have a great week! Warmly, Brenda
Bee magic,
deft and sure,
never lingering to despair.
Bee light,
zip and zoom,
ignoring all but the nectar.
Bee strong,
tough and enduring,
working nonstop all summer.
Bee safe,
at risk of harm,
you give back more than you take.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Despite colony collapse disorder, the bees are plentiful in the field. Without them, all of us would be out there with Q-tips, pollinating or perishing. Long live the bee!
While it’s still free, check out this soulful dance of poetry and photography with tantalizing glimpses of Australia’s beauty and mystery. Suzanne has created an amazing ebook, Solstice. I hope you enjoy it! Warmly, Brenda
Thanks to GreenMackensie for this magical poem with froth and aching. I always find magic in her photographs and words. Hope you do, too!
Fairies underskirts
Springs rich froth of soft beauty
Falls each day aching
Snow petals tumble
Swirling fleeting beauty past
Into strong green growth.
The white parasol twirls,
dips and bobs in the
Fairy Queen’s slender hand.
The midsummer sun
dapples her pale cheeks,
gilding her glossy curls.
Beetles play at her feet,
like infants in the grass.
Ruby Columbine drops
petals-tears the
flavor of honey nectar,
tasted beside a wild rose ruin.
Her sisters pass out starry bud cups.
The queen nods her thanks.
The sweet scent combines with
thyme and sage, making the air
alive with color and promise.
The Fairy Queen’s eyes hide
behind the tilt of lace as she
hobnobs with nabobs,
each of them drinking.
None may know
what she’s thinking.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Friendly Fairy Tales 