The iris’s velvet wings
make me remember summer slides,
pumping swings, Continue reading
Tag Archives: magic
Rose Silk
Late one evening,
I knit the silk
of new roses
into the floss
of thistle blooms Continue reading
Happy July 4th!
Happy Red, White and Blue from the flowers!
Happy Poetry Friday!
Here is a poem of joy for you:
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Read the rest here.
— William Wordsworth
May you experience the joy and magic of being with family.
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts for hosting his week!
Stop by and read more poetry if you have time.
Trees Risk it All
How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading
Lupine Spires
The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading
Midsummer At Last
May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
If Shakespeare is your cup of tea, here’s a fairy poem on Midsummer from him. I also offer a midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, called Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all. Continue reading
#OrlandoUnited
Love is love that doesn’t harm.
Love is what holds us in the dark,
listens to our fears,
celebrates our small moments. Continue reading
Tickled on Tuesday
Three Dutch tweens
tickled by the breeze Continue reading
Azaleas Pop
blooms yearn
azaleas pop
sunrise unrolls
nature flows Continue reading
Happy #Children’s Day!
May the sun shine
on children everywhere.
May magic find you
and luck keep you
warm on the road
that takes you home.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: My inner child is happy to celebrate! Is it really Thursday? Where has the week gone? Apparently yesterday was International Children’s Day (or “International Day for Protection of Children”), but Twitter is still celebrating today, and I am, too.
Columbine Divine
Rosy-hued curls, arranged in whirls,
remind me of a clock, stopped.
The minute hand is stuck at twelve.
The hour hand spins too fast to see. Continue reading
Before and After
I woke. I groaned.
I clenched my eyes,
but the sunlight
had no mercy. Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 