Winter and Jack Frost

A good friend has written a delightful fairy tale about Jack Frost, partly inspired by my lit-tree photos, and I am honored to share it with you. I hope you like it, and it sparks some wonder on a cold autumn night. 🙂 Cheers, Brenda

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There were only shadows and silhouettes when the little sprite-like

one awoke from his long, extended nap. The seasons had changed

while he slept and he looked around, not seeing his special ‘touch’

upon the land yet. He stretched his arms out and shrugged his thin

shoulders, shaking out his stiff joints, while wrapping his coat closely

around him.

The elfin man crept out from under the bridge, ready to dip his toes

into the chilly stream. He shivered with excitement and knowing it

was TIME.

As the water changed from moving sluggishly, freezing into a sheet of

ice, he tiptoed up the bank and left his tiny, crystalline footprints behind.

He hopped over the rock that led to the grass and he slowed.

He stopped.

He took one big breath IN! His lungs burned with the extremely brittle air.

He let one foggy (water vapored) breath OUT!

He prepared himself.

He took his hand from under his woolen blanket jacket and…

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Transformation Haiku

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leaves nearly all down
limbs catch stars like fireflies
ermine cloak coming

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Swinging

We need to hear young voices. I hope you enjoy this view of the world from a very young voice.

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A Poem by A.H., age 4

When I’m swinging,
I’m bigger than Mommy and Daddy.
I’m bigger than the trees.
I’m bigger than the wood chips
And the playground.
I’m bigger than everything.

Copyright 2013 Friendly Fairy Tales

[Ian] Pine Cone

Here’s a new friend, publishing magical poems coupled with adorable photographs. Hope you like this little gem as much as I do!! Have a terrific Tuesday!! Brenda

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tiny Christmas tree
perfectly sized for pixies
yuletide miniature

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Raindrop Haiku

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rain gathers into drops
leaves sag with sky’s liquid weight
forming opal tears

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Icy Leaf Haiku

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Too early for ice!
Breath comes in steam engine puffs
Leaf caught by winter

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Business Trip Haiku

contrail sky tree

goodbye jet airplane
carrying Daddy away
come back, come back soon

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Seasons of the Sun HaÄ«bun

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When the summer sun shines, blinding me with its full radiance, the pleasure is painfully exquisite. If I bask too long, my sunburn is a long, slow torment, my body retaining the summer’s heat for days. Yet that same hot summer sun provides the energy for all the food we eat, makes the world a vibrant beautiful place.

hot reckless summer
sun provides food for tree leaves
blessed saving shade

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In the autumn, the sun’s strength has diminished, and its power to blind and burn has faded with the earth’s turning. The leaves mourn with me, turning all the colors of the earth from the loss of that unrelenting brilliance. A cool morning is made a delight, sitting by the lake, soaking up the remaining heat, with no fear of sunburn.

a bench in the sun
light glints on still lake water
sun warms cold morning

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Fall warmth has to last through the dark days of winter, when the sky can turn gray with snow for days in a row. The weak winter sun cannot burn through snow clouds, and instead sends a diffuse light leaking through. After the clouds break, the fresh fallen snow can magnify the sunlight into a thousand knives, piercing my eyes with a painful overload. Crossing a field after a snowfall, the light forces my eyes to thin slits, tears seeping and freezing on my cheeks.

boots sink in new snow
icy wind curls under scarf
eyes shut from white fire

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Spring finds moderation again, without the piercing light reflected by the winter white, without the intense burning of the summer sun. The whole world bursts forth in bloom, bulbs shooting forth their starbursts of color and myself shedding clothing layers. Spring sunlight is an invitation, a benediction, a renewing from the universe.

starshine gently falls
magic balm to the cold earth
life springs up dancing

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This post was inspired by the Ligo Haībun challenge by Ese, who offered a Mexican proverb: It is not enough to know how to ride – you must also know how to fall. This proverb reminded me of autumn, the leaves falling after a summer of riding the sunshine; life in its eternal circle; the earth circling; the sun in its seasons.

Golden Path Etheree

Golden Woodland Path

Leaf
Falling,
Citrine dream.
Windy swirling,
Gold honey blizzard,
Swirls of a fairy’s cloak.
Restless spirits soar higher
With each dancing leaf falling down
To the shifting, shadowy hemline.
Surfeit of beauty looking at fall’s gown.

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is an Etheree, starting with one syllable on the first line and increasing to ten, one syllable per line.

Humongous Fungus

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Oh, silly us, we once met a fungus that was simply humongous.
Feeling bilious, we returned home telling tales of delicious bling-bling-gus.

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Another day, not far from home, we were quite alone; we chanced to see
Proof that no gargantuan fungus ever would be aloof from my friend or me.

Lest you fear that the last humongous fungus had done for us
We’re pleased to confide (nothing to hide) another rippling dalrymple soon stunned us.

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Princess in a Red Dress

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Darling, did you have to wear your red dress?
Everyone is staring.

Let them look.
I will wave like a princess.

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Morning Haiku

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Blinding warm sun peeks
Autumn fire on high branches
Citrine cloud castle

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