Last Leaf

Hanging on,
don’t want to fall!
I’m good here,
up where I’m tall.

Last dogwood leaf hanging on one of three bare trees

I’ll stay till spring,
can’t get me down!
I’ll wave and nod
And be the crown.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is for Poetry Friday, hosted this week thanks to Carol’s Corner!

Poetry Friday Badge.


If you get simple beauty and naught else,
You get about the best thing God invents.

Robert Browning

Snowflakes on Sage

Of greening
Must be browning.
Cold settles into fibers
And olive-brown blooms,
Likewise the heart slows,
Older passions fail to flow.
Snow settles on fading green,
Leaves sagging with resignation.
Even the pungent sage withers.
Yet, the possibility of vitality
Withdraws into the roots,
Lingers to bloom again.
But not love – love is

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

— Robert Browning, Sage and Poet

Note: This poem is a concrete poem, about leaves, in the shape of a leaf.

Giving Thanks

Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.

Albert Einstein


Wet Red Leaf

storm wind gusts
shakes leaf from its anchor
it falls, giving thanks

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: Happy Thanksgiving to those in the United States, and Happy Fall to everyone else. This was inspired by the air spirits in the Carpe Diem #611 Haiku challenge, Sylph.

Blaze of Glory

Red Oak Leaf Autumn

Leaves bloom
Fiery Red
Artful couture

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is a lantern poem (also spelled lanterne), a Japanese form, in the shape of a lantern, with five lines and a syllable count of 1, 2, 3, 4, 1.

It is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Albert Camus

Journey of the Rainbow Leaf

Maple leaf in fall

Citrine, amber, sage, russet, claret,
Green of tree and brown of earth:
Every autumn shade gleams
Between its yellow veins.
Tiny fairies ride wind swells on it:
A magic carpet to buzz bushes and skim ponds.
Three baby hedgehogs with shivering quills
Hide beneath it, from a cold rain.
Then it’s sewn into a cape for the Harvest Queen,
She of the forest and glen,
It swirls like an autumn rainbow.
Its folds flash between dancing courtiers,
As all the fairies make merry.
Soon the bitter winds will blow.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Oak Leaf Tanka


small oak sapling sways
leaves bob in the bitter wind
frosted with snowflakes

waving to fallen leaf friends
oak leaf lingers to kiss spring buds

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: A Tanka is a Japanese poetry form that has five lines with syllable counts per line of 5, 7, 5, 7, and 7. In another way of thinking of it, a Tanka is a haiku with two longer seven-syllable lines added as a second stanza. Some purists find fault with any rhyming within the poem. The third line is intended to be a turning point, or a pivot, about which the meaning of the poem turns or changes. I don’t know if my poem achieved that or not. I enjoyed learning about it, and I hope you’ll give it a try, too.


Red Pajamas Shadorma


Little leaves
Buried in the snow,
Peeking out
Like children,
Dressed in their red pajamas,
Throwing off covers.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is called a Shadorma, which is a rhythmic six-line poetry form, each line having specific syllable counts of 3, 5, 3, 3, 7 and 5. It may be modern; it may be a revived older poetry form. Some attribute it to Spain, although to me it sounds Indian, for no other reason than it rhymes with Lamb Korma. No authority I found gave it a definitive origin, and I offer it to you as a beautiful form, allowing a licentious 26 syllables instead of the austere 17 permitted by haiku. It’s a heady freedom!


Golden Path Etheree

Golden Woodland Path

Citrine dream.
Windy swirling,
Gold honey blizzard,
Swirls of a fairy’s cloak.
Restless spirits soar higher
With each dancing leaf falling down
To the shifting, shadowy hemline.
Surfeit of beauty looking at fall’s gown.

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is an Etheree, starting with one syllable on the first line and increasing to ten, one syllable per line.

Maple Leaf in Fall: 4 Haiku


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