Changes Coming Haiku

This newest Haiku is dedicated to all of you, my readers, who have supported and encouraged me over the last miraculous seven months! I am redesigning the appearance of friendlyfairytales. I plan to use a more customizable theme, primarily to celebrate nature more. The new appearance will be more simple and clean, I hope. Please do give me feedback.

Also, I have two Halloween stories coming in the second half of October! Thrills and chills await you, should your path cross here again soon!

Without further delay, Changes Coming Haiku:

Grown no longer new
Something new comes from the old
New growth embraced, held.

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Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Rainbow Haiku

Magic wings lightly
Paint the earth a bright rainbow,
Vivid joy dancing.

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Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This post is dedicated to my friend, E, who walks with me most days, and is endlessly patient and encouraging of my taking pictures, and to my children who love to find things for me to photograph, too. And to my hubby, who stops the car when I just have to take a picture. Photography has become much more important to me that I could have imagined, and I owe that to the people I love, who bear with me. Hugs, Brenda

Grave Haiku

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Young Ghost is not grave,

Dancing with a poltergeist;

Gravestone dominoes.

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Be Crabgrass Haibun

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Picture by Penny

Crabgrass can grow on bowling balls in airless rooms, and there is no known way to kill it that does not involve nuclear weapons. — Dave Barry

Crabgrass can grow without fertilizer, mulch, watering, edging and protection from other plants. It springs up in any crack or crevice in the walkway, in the middle of the lawn or between bushes and the house foundation where light shines for less than five minutes in a day. What if good thoughts were like that? Even if the day was dark and cold, with a stiff wind blowing the rain sideways. What if happy thoughts took root like crabgrass, growing deep roots, sending thick green arms in all directions, blocking all dark thoughts from coming near.

Peter Pan taught Wendy to concentrate on a happy thought, and she could fly with the help of some fairy dust. What could you accomplish if you concentrate on a happy thought? Picture it taking hold like crabgrass and nothing can kill that happy thought. Perhaps you could even smile, all day long.

I’m going to be the crabgrass. I’m concentrating on the ocean. My happy thoughts involve a waterfall, a volcanic valley, snorkeling and the best sushi I ever had in my life. Do you know where I was? I hope you have a happy thought that can take hold like crabgrass.

blue waves curl inside
lapping on the golden shore
of my memory

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

To find the prompt for the haibun, click on the Ligo Haibun Challenge.

Maple Leaf in Fall: 4 Haiku

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I was the maple
green, strong, making food from light,
Then came the changes.

Longer nights chilled me,
what cold did change, color and more,
Called forth a new me.

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Who am I now, tree?
Or a lone leaf? One of many,
Many leaves falling.

Yes, falling alone,
Under this tree gathering,
Until the wind comes.

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Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

October Sky Haiku

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Ghostly, low, silver-gray,

Tinges of black overhead,

Fall Halloween gloom…

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Nature Inspires Haiku

Nature Sanctuary

Nature Sanctuary

 

Beautiful nature,

Awed life thrives, inspires kindness,

Humbled Selflessness.

Scarlet Autumn

Scarlet Autumn

 

This poem is dedicated to all the staff, administrators, fundraisers, planners, donors, Audubon members, environmentalists, activists and legislators who support our nature sanctuaries and parkland, the preservation of which make all our lives more rich, full of beauty and peaceful.

This poem is presented in honor of wePoets Show It, a great on-line forum sharing and showcasing poetry, art and creative talent, and is prepared from their Wednesday wordcloud writing prompt. Thanks wePoets for all you do!!

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

 

 

Moon dance ( A Tetracty)

Willow’s magical post is a masterpiece, a precious ode to the moon. Have a great Sunday! Warmly, Brenda

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Moon

Opal light

Opaque stone

Night almost gone

Such beauty to behold magic moon lit moments …………

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Autumnal Fascination Haibun

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Autumn is my favorite season. Summer is too hot, winter too cold, spring too rainy, but autumn is just right. When I was growing up, I enjoyed kicking leaves, walking to school by myself, hearing them crunch underfoot. I even liked to rake leaves, but, shh, don’t tell my dad. Continue reading

Gnome Homes

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Mushrooms damp, mushrooms wet,

mushroom fallen, overset.

Can I eat you or would I die?

Better be safe and leave you lie.

Fairies, sprites, elves and gnomes

Need your caps for their homes.

In darkness you bloom in your magic way

Tempting, taunting and fae.

 

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Turning One Hundred

It takes a long time to become young.
— Pablo Picasso

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Welcome to my hundredth post, a different kind of fairy tale today,
dedicated to someone well loved
who turned one hundred last Friday.

He was grumpy, nearly blind, taking small steps with a walker,
but still his blessings outnumber his age: Continue reading

Sprite Spite

A new Adventurous Fairy Tale, named Sprite Spite, is now available to read. An excerpt follows:

Sprite Spite

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Wings swiftly beating, Amadou dodged saplings and swung wide around old soul trees, the wind pulling his curly, brown hair straight back. He felt the tree spirits slumbering in the cool midday, their leaves turning golden shades of autumn.

Amadou had been unfurling fiddlehead ferns all morning, and he needed to blow off steam. He was looking for a wide ledge of fungus, just the right height above the ferns. He could see it in his mind’s eye. That day, rain had created the perfect conditions. Diving sprites give a tremendous scream, arch their backs gracefully, wings folded. Then they take a running jump from the fungus ledge, falling through the thick, damp air, eventually bouncing from fern to fern and water slalom skiing in the dew on their tiny feet.

To continue reading, click on Sprite Spite.

Used with permission of acuriousgal

Used with permission of acuriousgal

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Some photographs used with kind permission of acuriousgal, a very talented photographer.