Silly skull laughing;
Nylon spiders hard at work;
Halloween bones ready.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
My memory is a bottomless treasure trove, full of beloved moments. Photographs are the jewels, the pieces of eight, the doubloons. One day in early summer, we visited the Bronx Zoo, and my children were enchanted with the animals. We rode the Wild Asia Monorail, and heard about deer and buffalo species protected from extinction. Some of the animals were extinct in their natural habitat and were reintroduced to the wild from the Zoo’s protected herds, which had thrived in a large enclosure for over a hundred years.
Zebras, giraffes, deer,
Species preserved from the past,
My children held rapt.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This was prepared for this week’s Ligo Haibun prompt, treasure.
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.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Magic wings lightly
Paint the earth a bright rainbow,
Vivid joy dancing.
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
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.
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.
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.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Beautiful nature,
Awed life thrives, inspires kindness,
Humbled Selflessness.
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
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