Beauty Shines


Torn and nibbled,
not one undamaged leaf remains.
Frost-rimed in the morning,
and then rain-drenched all day.
Beset, bewildered and bedraggled,
yet they shine.
Inner beauty shines.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Paris, you shine. Nothing anyone does can take that from you. From your diversity to your bridges, churches, parks, islands, to your museums divine, you shine. Vive la France!!

A prayer for healing and peace with Arlene at Dreams and Escapes. “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ― Martin Luther King Jr

Color Pirate

Seize every color
from the trees to the leaves
from the houses and the breeze.
Embrace a flower’s bold hue
and each neutral tone made,
for all of it matters, each shade.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: A Painted Lady is a Victorian house with at least three colors of paint used. Wikipedia allows Edwardian and Queen Anne houses, too. I’m lucky enough to live in a town with several bold ones. I wrote this poem after reading many September 11 posts, and remembering the day myself. If only we could all see the beauty in the rainbow of colors around us and stop hating and blaming each other. Build, preserve and celebrate rather than destroy. If words have magic, and I believe they do, then let peace increase!


Silver birches, red leaves by lake

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!



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!

Sycamore Lace

Lacy Sycamore Leaf

Crazy-quilt Sycamore tree,
One leaf, no longer perfect.
Yet the leaf shines with green,
Making oxygen for me,
And sweet sugar sap,
Flowing slowly into the tree.
The leaf scars show a beetle’s feast,
But those same imperfections
Are where the light shines through.

Note: I am often reminded of my own imperfections, my scars and my secret sins. I accept these things about myself as I accept them in the ones I love. I wrote once before about finding beauty in scars, a post called Beauty in the Broken Places. Today, Line and I were talking about imperfection and perfection being like two sides of a spinning coin, always rotating between the two.

Joyful Heart


Fairies gladden, sharing beauty,
Fences cannot hold them back.
They dance in and out of spindles
Spreading magic along their track.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Happy Monday! I’ll soon be traveling and changing time zones, but I will still be in search of magic. May you find some in your life, too! My heart shines with joy at beginning a summer adventure. I hope you go adventuring, too! And I have discovered the joy of compression bags and packing cubes. LOL These are quite magical things not unlike Hermione’s beaded bag in Book 7 of Harry Potter. How I long for Hermione’s beaded bag… What are you longing for?

Jeremiah brings Joy to the World

Jeremiah was not a bullfrog (that was a vicious rumor). The solstice has passed, and Queen Elisabeta ordered all the bee fairies to pollinate until the sun went down. Jeremiah visited the lupine first. You can catch a glimpse here if you look close:

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