Firework flower,
raspberry red,
scented like sage,
holds up its head. Continue reading
Grumbling Old Bee
The bee alights on Sedum
asks why, oh, why did I weed ’em?
A clover
stopover
is needed, but I don’t heed ‘im. Continue reading
Witch Weeding
A garden witch
knows when to weed,
when to deadhead.
Lets some things reseed.
Pulls quackgrass,
curly dock, carpet weed,
crab grass. Makes wishes Continue reading
Summer Postcard Swap
Thanks to Carol Varsalona who sent me dreams, hopes and fairy dust. Continue reading
For the First Words Spoken after a Long Silence
after Terrance Hayes’s lines:
sing until our blood is jazz,
we swing from June to June
Our skin is too tight. We need to sing,
our spirits folded into cranes, until
we can no longer stop our
words from spilling like blood, Continue reading
Summer Poetry Swap
A Girl Can
Freed,
treed,
high as a bird,
like a rising song,
with a need to climb
ever higher,
a girl can believe,
can succeed,
can belong. Continue reading
Summer Postcard Swap
Thanks to Jone for her amazing poem and photograph that arrived on a lovely plaque:
summer days
families gather
for sunset Continue reading
Hiding Spell
Don’t look,
don’t see,
I’ll stay still,
you won’t see me!
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here’s a ditty for a summer day in honor of a shy visitor. Do you see the bunny?
Freckled Lily
Rippled pond,
dew-strung lawn.
Yawning moon
welcomes dawn. Continue reading
Rosebay Pink
Our rosebay rhododendron
is white with pink newness. Continue reading
Postcard Power
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts, who channeled winter and the White Witch in her summer postcard swap. She sent me a poetic mashup of fairy tale, Narnia and politics. Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 