butterfly wisdom:
bask, stretch, play, nibble,
daydream
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading
butterfly wisdom:
bask, stretch, play, nibble,
daydream
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading
Sandy treasures are
tossed by storms
like living toys. Continue reading
Oh to be chicory,
abloom beneath hickory,
hearing rain chime and
dressed in diamonds. Continue reading
Too
much Squill
is overkill.
The smallest spill —
tiny blooms of white,
lightly striped with blue starlight —
brings a taste of spring to excite.
Yet my neighbor’s grown a sapphire glade
that tempts me into yearning for cool shade.
Too much Squill or just enough?
Mother Nature struts her stuff.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: The first flowers are Puschkinia scilloides var. libanotica or Striped Squill. I wrote a previous poem to the blue Squill. I hope the spring is singing to you, as it’s singing to me. Have a wonderful week!
Here is the bench before the Nor’easter,
And where is the bench now?
Now you see it, now you don’t!
Mother Nature’s sleight of hand
Is more magical than any of man.
What could be hiding under there?
Perhaps a family of icy hedgehogs
And a passing brownie sipping chai.
Under the bench, they stop to say Hi,
Peeking out at other passers-by.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: New England was blessed with over two feet of snow in 24 hours and two snow days! We shoveled four times. We went sledding twice. We had one epic snowball battle. We drank hot chocolate with friends. We had a weekend in the middle of the week! Stay warm! 🙂 School is on again tomorrow.
Blue
Berries
Dwindling
As winter ends,
Providing forage
For creatures small and large,
Drawn by beautiful sapphire
Fruit of the evergreen bushes,
Jewels strung there by Mother Nature,
Loving provender for her hungry kin.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is an Etheree, starting with one syllable
on the first line and increasing to 10, one syllable per line.
For another great example, check out Ginz&Tonic.
A look that never goes out of style: the classic sunset.
Each tree takes her time dressing,
Wrapping herself in an ermine stole for a winter fete,
Mother Nature extends each a blessing.
Even the bushes have on their coats
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