
Symmetry of petals green,
hens and chicks, a flock of
rosettes and buds,
from maid to mother to crone. Continue reading

Symmetry of petals green,
hens and chicks, a flock of
rosettes and buds,
from maid to mother to crone. Continue reading

towering salvia stalk,
every tiny purple trumpet
is tenderly touched Continue reading

I have the smallest pets.
I don’t keep them in a cage. Continue reading

Flowers from the prairie
evoke a time when
pronghorns fled buffalo,
and prairie dogs
nibbled sagebrush
amid burrowing owls
and mountain plover. Continue reading

I like people who are like covered bridges,
sturdy and solid as houses, peaceful, still,
upright and bridging wide gulfs.
They take the high road. Their troubles wash away,
like floodwaters diverted into channels
fringed with loosestrife and cattails. Continue reading

yellow dots of bees
broken clouds, sewn with sun
wildflower-blue field Continue reading

Ouch, watch my leaves!
You’re stepping on my stem! Continue reading

like pink fairy trees
Astilbe brushes my knees
pollen puff <sneeze!>
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

Fields of daisies bloom
between forest and highway,
nodding sunny faces,
in the threshold
between earth and sky. Continue reading

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
A dose of magical mushrooms for what ails you thanks to photographer Jill Bliss.