Friends are like flowers.
They bloom, and they inspire.
They make the world beautiful.
We never forget.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I dedicate this post to the memory of Ajaytao. My thoughts and prayers are with his family. He was a bright light in our world, and his spirit continues to brighten our memories. He was a good friend to me, welcoming me here, and I will miss him. I feel blessed to have shared the world with him. Namaste, Brenda
fine golden dust
gilds the lily, draws wee folk
fairy footprints shine
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
With treacle, a radish and bee’s knees,
Fae Rose grew apricot roses with ease.
She turned away blight,
With joy and delight,
And her ladybugs gave aphids a squeeze.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is a limerick, rhyming AABBA.
hazy heat dances
cello music sings from windows
sunflower bows
Note: This haiku was in response to the Carpe Diem Haiku prompt, Sunflower.
Pretty moonflower,
Tattered and chewed,
Still you glow sweetly,
Each night renewed.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I called this flower a moonflower, not because it’s the moonflower morning glory, but because it’s a flower I found glowing at twilight, under the moon. It’s a clematis. I hope my poetic license is up to date. 🙂
Another might have taken the path less traveled,
I walked the path strewn with rose petals.
Perhaps the roses faded, and the petals blew away,
But each step crushed the scent into my fiber.
That day has made all the difference to my life.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
References: The path referenced in the first line is from a famous poem I will reprint here, courtesy of The Poetry Foundation, with my own yellow wood.
Note: The poem is dedicated to my hubby, a fine man in every way. I’m also posting it in honor of my hubby’s friend who is marrying tomorrow.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
In the cottage border,
Every year Firewitch dianthus grows.
Green shoots poke through the soil and watch for the
Return of paperwasps and swallows.
Then blooms open, greeting old friends.
Buzzing bees stop by for a chat,
A cup of nectar at their feet.
Sweet William’s cousin, the Firewitch thrives:
Pink stars fallen to earth,
Burning briefly, but brightly.
Crickets dance and fiddle.
Toads emerge from their long sleep.
The hum of summer reaches
Crescendo in the cottage border.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
References: Better Homes and Gardens
Sisters, hearts of joy, click of belonging made,
When together, united and unafraid,
Thoughts blooming,
Possibilities looming,
Memories of sharing and love never fade.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Dedicated to my sister, who was taken away from me far too long ago. I miss her every day. And to all my newer sisters, may our sisterhood forever bloom!!
Here is a poem in honor of the fairies, Flower Bower:
Fragranced wind blows steadily,
Sparkles of magic spin and settle to the meadow.
Fairies dance jigs when the fiddler plays
Under the shady flower bower.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Happy International Fairy Day!!
References: Days of the Year, Punchbowl, Fae and Enchantment Magazine, and The Examiner.
Summer sunshine’s burns bright,
Rings of pink-gold blinding light.
Peonies burst forth, glossy and fragrant,
Sunshine embraces them, radiant.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
A favorite flower, an offering for hope, for joy…
Go USA!! I’ll be watching the World Cup this evening!
No offense to the Portugese, who have a beautiful country that I long to visit, but my fingers are crossed for the USA!!!
Edit — Argh!! Robbed of a win in the extra time. Why 5 minutes of extra time?!
