A rain, rain, go-away morning,
and its less mellow-fellow,
a gloom-and-doom,
thunder-and-lightning noon,
soon bursts into a
hello-yellow-sunshine afternoon,
when forsythia blooms.
Because even a gray day
can’t stay that way.

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Brenda Davis Harsham

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April 19, 2026

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Memoir, Photography, Poetry

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Cherry Blossom Blur

through the window of
the taxi came the warm wind
and a blur of blossoms

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Brenda Davis Harsham

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April 11, 2026

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To my lawn chair in April

April sunshine warms,
waking bulbs from their long sleep,
bringing back robins

playgrounds hold laughing children,
a lawn chair is all I need

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Brenda Davis Harsham

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December 29, 2025

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Holiday, Memoir, Photography, Poetry

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Even Trees Shine

even trees shine
after heavy, icy rain,
when I look up

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July 13, 2025

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One Sentence

If I were a crystal,
I might be a citrine mushroom,
holding rain from my face, Continue reading →

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Brenda Davis Harsham

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June 27, 2025

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Sonnenberg Stillness

the gray catbird
me-ee-ee-ow tweets;
the breeze is as still
as a Japanese lantern

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Brenda Davis Harsham

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June 15, 2025

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Remembering love

love,
born in a small child,
a calm six years young,
holding an infant with
tiny toes, heavy head,
hungry, trusting, growing, Continue reading →

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Brenda Davis Harsham

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May 30, 2025

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May Queen

The rhododendron doesn’t bloom
like the cherry, in wispy pink petals
that fall like snow in the first wind,
no, the rhododendron blooms
like a queen, standing her ground,
petals unmoved by rain and wind, Continue reading →