
The low, white sky
yields
a first dusting of
snow
and leaves tremble.
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The low, white sky
yields
a first dusting of
snow
and leaves tremble.
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading
Every child dreams,
creates art,
writes poetry,
sings songs.
Why do most stop? Continue reading
reminded of my size
by a nearby butterfly,
trying to blend
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Hip, hip, hooray!
Finally, the big day!
Kids’ faces are aglow
when stockings overflow, Continue reading
She cannot give her name.
She cannot give her address
for fear ICE will come Continue reading
girls gather
on swings, flying high
laughter on the wind
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Fields of daisies bloom
between forest and highway,
nodding sunny faces,
in the threshold
between earth and sky. Continue reading
Our oldest love, our first love,
unfolding from our own birth,
grows as we take our first steps,
flows in our veins,
lodges in our fiber.
The love that makes us children again. Continue reading
Children of the World,
who breathe perfumed air in
rose gardens, spice-filled kitchens,
orange groves and city streets… Continue reading
I’ve been channeling my inner crone since my surgery. I quite like her spunk. She reminds me of Warning, a poem by Jenny Joseph:
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. Continue reading
Happy Red, White and Blue from the flowers!
Happy Poetry Friday!
Here is a poem of joy for you:
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Read the rest here.
— William Wordsworth
May you experience the joy and magic of being with family.
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts for hosting his week!
Stop by and read more poetry if you have time.