
Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading

Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading

If I were a fish,
I’d live in a coral tower.
If I were a bird, I’d nest
above a cactus flower. Continue reading

Trees in bud burst
open, unrehearsed,
wild mint-lemon taste. Continue reading

Softest bell,
highest tone,
listen well,
Winter Crone, Continue reading

lavender longing
thin blue shadows on white snow
remembering bees
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

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hot pink kisses
satin rose petals scattered
scent of carnations Continue reading

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

Heliotrope was in a sour mope.
She was the last crayon picked.
She felt as if she’d been kicked. Continue reading

Perhaps stories are spirits
that live in our world. Continue reading

When my spirits sink,
I give a saucy wink
and don’t overthink,
because soon enough —
I’ll be in the pink. Continue reading

My garden is peopled
with bearded giants,
purple, plump, and
peppered with gold dust. Continue reading