Thousands of frost stars
Twinkle on every fallen leaf.
The sky is an aching blue.
Balsam intermingles with spruce.
Diamond dust paves the autumn path
With glinting winter magic:
Sparkles in each sunlit step.
In shade, the wildwood is quiet.
Cold frost rimes the fallen log.
Breath is visible, and runners steam.
One ray of weak sun is enough to
Blind, dazzling the senses.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream-
Lingering in the golden gleam-
Life, what is it but a dream?
Alice frosts pink fairy cakes
And carries them on amber platters
To the party in the tippy-top of yews.
Icing sparkles with snowflakes:
Tea party treats for mad hatters.
Alice pours tea and lets guests choose.
The Red Queen chases drakes.
Feathers fall amid snowy spatters.
The Cheshire Cat grins and chews.
White Rabbit calls “Land sakes!”
The March Hare nods and natters.
Not a few party guests snooze.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: In addition to getting the holidays in hand, I have a new project. I am now offering Fine Nature Art prints for sale on Society 6. Your purchase would help support Friendly Fairy Tales.
Have a magical weekend!
Warmly, Brenda
If you get simple beauty and naught else,
You get about the best thing God invents.
The
Opposite
Of greening
Must be browning.
Cold settles into fibers
And olive-brown blooms,
Likewise the heart slows,
Older passions fail to flow.
Snow settles on fading green,
Leaves sagging with resignation.
Even the pungent sage withers.
Yet, the possibility of vitality
Withdraws into the roots,
Lingers to bloom again.
But not love – love is
Evergreen.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
— Robert Browning, Sage and Poet
Note: This poem is a concrete poem, about leaves, in the shape of a leaf.
Tiny snowflakes fall like stars.
Crystals twinkle on my boots,
Glowing with spun-sugar magic.
Jack Frost dances just out of sight,
Sending temperatures plummeting.
Infant-flakes lay cradled in russet leaves.
Snow flurries billow like the
Translucent skirts of a Winter Goddess.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
sunlight on grass
spun into gold before me
we are all stardust
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
pink November rose,
sweet-smelling fragrance rises
perfumes dreams of spring
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: The snow has arrived, and we are eating chocolate-chip oat cookies and apple crisp. We taught the boys to play hearts, and having fun. I hope you are, too. Blessings to all!
Note 2: Unbelievably, I wrote this post yesterday, and I ran out of time to post it before other duties called. Then Michelle Marie wrote her post for me, that I reblogged today, and it’s as if she knew!! She is psychic!
Here is a joyful and magical post from Michelle Marie and Jeanne Marie of Thinkingpinkx2. My kids may disagree about me being Supermom, but they do appreciate me. 🙂 It’s good to be reminded of that! Here’s to all the caregivers out there, the moms, the dads, the nannies, the grandparents, the babysitters, the friends and the big brothers and sisters. Happy Thanksgiving!! We might be working hard, but we are all loved and appreciated, too. Joy and magic to all of you, Brenda
She dreams of Spring
Our lovely PINK friend Brenda is busy being SUPER MOM
I know she LOVES her Spring flowers. I love that about her!
Here is a deceptively simple post, with lots to ruminate over, if that is how you like to spend holidays. 🙂 I hope you find plenty to excite your spirit and plenty of moments of thankfulness in the next several days. Warmly, Brenda
Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.
storm wind gusts
shakes leaf from its anchor
it falls, giving thanks
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Happy Thanksgiving to those in the United States, and Happy Fall to everyone else. This was inspired by the air spirits in the Carpe Diem #611 Haiku challenge, Sylph.
Catkin fuzzy, catkin round,
Hiding there without a sound,
Are you there to amuse
Or are you there to confuse?
You look like a tiny teddy bear,
Huggable and light as air.
Perhaps you hide baby fairies,
Sleepy from eating mulberries?
Does a woodpecker tap tap tap
Or just perch there for a nap?
Would you rather be a dogwood tree
With spiky fruit and tree esprit?
You cannot be just a shrub!
You keep your secrets, that’s the rub.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I have been trying to get a catkin in focus in a photograph for over a year! Woo-hooo!!
Echinacea seedpods,
Ruffled and out of sorts,
With your cat faces,
Squashed by snowy caps.
Snow is still thin,
Yet will come thicker soon.
Eventually you will win,
Another spring will come.
Your roots will labor and birth a
New crop of seed pods,
Born to wear snowy crowns.
So the seasons go around.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Here is a Winter Fairy to warm your hearts from Line and her new Granny’s Garden website, where she has collected all her children’s poetry. I hope you have a moment to visit her new site. It’s a delight! 🙂 Have a wonderful week, Brenda
In Granny’s winter garden
there lives a tiny thing
it is a winter fairy
and her fairy kin
She frosts the little Evergreens
and glazes the flower beds
and sings a soothing lullaby
for the flowers sleeping in their beds
She paints white frosted roses
on granny’s window glass
and lights a thousand sparklers
in the snowy grass
She captures moonlight in a jar
and pours it in a cup
to make the little snowdrops grow
and pop their heads up
She gathers all the little pets
who stays through winter days
and keep them warm through the night
in little moss-laid beds
She feeds the baby squirrels
with tasty little nuts
and pats their tiny bushy tails
and helps them to grow up
She keeps the garden lovely
and takes good care of all
even in the coldest night
she cares for big and small
And when the winter’s…
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