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!
I’m thankful for the beauty in every season and for the words that flow from it.
I’m grateful to all of you, sharing your day with me, may your days be filled with magic!
Warmly,
Brenda
Note: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here, a time to remember our blessings, appreciate the earth that gives them to us, and embrace our family and friends. Happy Thanksgiving!
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.
Note: These photos are for the Daily Post’s weekly challenge, Angular. What does angular mean to you?
Prince Silver crunched golden birch leaves on his way to the Gather.
In olden days, the sacred site had been a fairy mound, in the midst of an ancient oak and pine forest. The Sidhe elders held gatherings before a magic granite obelisk beneath the mound. Then humans cut away swaths of trees and leveled land for house sites. Houses turned backs to the site, and the magic stone hid behind glamours.
Ley lines remained, conduits of magic power, stretching from the new world to the old and to other secret places. At their intersection, none could deceive, either by telling lies or misleading by silence. Prophecy foretold that one day, the ley lines would call to one born to control the power, a Ley Channeler.
Humans became uncomfortable too close to the site. Dark clouds foretold storms or cold winds raised goose pimples. Humans fled the strange weather, they remembered urgent business elsewhere or felt frightened without knowing why, hurrying home. In time, the land healed from the human tumult, and a grove of silver birch sprang up where the fairy mound had been. A brook tinkled musically, separating the grove from the backyard of a blue house.
The Sidhe court approached at twilight for the Grand Gather. They protected themselves by glamour and spells. They were hushed, but a frisson of excitement underlay their slow movements.
Queen Calla Drythorn cast a circle, allowing the others to let slip their glamours. To the fae, the circle looked like a wall of fairy lights, separating them, meant to deceive human eyes and ears. Into the circle, Queen Calla brought her only son, Prince Silver. All the children of the court were tested in their sixteenth year. Each year, the young fae had failed to grasp the powers.
The circle was invisible to humans. Except for Rowan. She was drawn toward the starry lights, twinkling among the amber leaves. She felt the call of a power she did not understand.
She walked toward the circle, unnoticed by all but Prince Silver, who gasped. “Mother!”
“Do you feel the power?” Queen Calla was excited, and her gaze sharpened on him.
“No, Mother,” Prince Silver noticed how disappointed his mother looked. All the other courtiers also heaved sighs of disappointment. “But a human is watching us!”
Queen Calla raised her hand, turning swiftly toward Rowan with amazement….
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
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