
crimson leaves
sparkling, jeweled gowns
for the Fairy Ball Continue reading →

crimson leaves
sparkling, jeweled gowns
for the Fairy Ball Continue reading

pink cottage roses
frosty hats at rakish angles
sporting the first frost
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Winter has skated into town on frozen sidewalks, catching some late blooms off guard. They are rising to the occasion, though. I hope you’re having a magical week.

dance in time
winter’s coming,
but not today
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here is a haiku for healing. A Poetry Friday friend, Mary Lee Hahn, is hosting a December haiku extravaganza. I haven’t committed to a haiku every day, but after reading so many good ones in PF this weekend, I found myself writing one. A toast to the lingering warm days.

The pale of winter shines
from pine cones dangling,
left by wind and chance,
promise of saplings future. Continue reading

In a desert of green,
manicured lawns
an oasis of color blooms Continue reading

mosquito-eating dragon,
autumnal dragonfly dreams in
lacy-winged stillness Continue reading

I dig my toes into the carpet
like tree roots. Continue reading
See below to join the party. Here’s mine:

Five Alive
five
seeds fly
up sky high
letting the wind
find their inner birds until warm earth calls
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Welcome to my Autumn Shindig!
Please post a seasonal link here or in the comments:
Notes: My poem is my first ever tetractys, or a 5-lined, syllable-counting poetry form, organized as follows:
Line 1 – 1 syllable
Line 2 – 2 syllables
Line 3 – 3 syllables
Line 4 – 4 syllables
Line 5 – 10 syllables
To rhyme or not to rhyme, hmmm. Here’s an example from the talented Aussie poet, Kathryn Apel:
Class
erupts
as teacher
flees in terror,
huntsman spider ignorant of error.
© Kathryn Apel
Final note: This is my first attempt to use inlinkz. It’s a dry run for getting it to work when I host Poetry Friday this Friday! I’d really appreciate you adding a link. I need to know it’s working!!

Leaves touch earth with a
quiet whisper that sadly says,
the elves must go.
It’s time, it’s true. Continue reading

My dragging feet find
note cards from the multi-verse
with its stanzas of seasons,
rhyming couplets of colors, Continue reading

a palette of earthtones
paints hillsides
with Autumn song Continue reading