Don’t look,
don’t see,
I’ll stay still,
you won’t see me!
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here’s a ditty for a summer day in honor of a shy visitor. Do you see the bunny?
Tag Archives: Garden
Tulips in Thyme
Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading
Sister Blue
Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore. Continue reading
Hope for Heliotrope
Heliotrope was in a sour mope.
She was the last crayon picked.
She felt as if she’d been kicked. Continue reading
Heyday’s Past
The heyday’s passed
and cracks have drained
the party’s life blood,
but one last fountain
plays a Bessie Smith solo: Continue reading
Water Nymph
still maiden
sentinel spruces enfold
green glen, act three Continue reading
Iris Giants
My garden is peopled
with bearded giants,
purple, plump, and
peppered with gold dust. Continue reading
Turn to Bloom
Summer Cluster
Summer days cluster
together like roses, Continue reading
If I Were a Bee…
If I were a bee,
this is where I’d be. Continue reading
In a Word, Absurd
Don’t be absurd, I’m no bird,
I have neither wing nor urge to sing. Continue reading
A Warning
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
Friendly Fairy Tales 