
Our rosebay rhododendron
is white with pink newness. Continue reading →

Our rosebay rhododendron
is white with pink newness. Continue reading

Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts, who channeled winter and the White Witch in her summer postcard swap. She sent me a poetic mashup of fairy tale, Narnia and politics. Continue reading

yellow yarrow clouds
like bits of solid sunlight
speak of summer Continue reading


Little fish, in the shallows,
where the sun turns
the soil to gold,
your round nest
blooms next to others,
forming a pattern
like dandelions on a lawn. Continue reading

Ruffled red petals,
taut with youth,
reveal, then conceal Continue reading

Whatever our color outside,
the color inside
is the most precious,
the color that defines us. Continue reading

crowded, clustered
climbing an iron archway
tiny cottage roses
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham

Happy Father’s Day! Continue reading
Our oldest love, our first love,
unfolding from our own birth,
grows as we take our first steps,
flows in our veins,
lodges in our fiber.
The love that makes us children again. Continue reading

Technology
and industry
create murky
byproducts.
Dragonpuffs of Continue reading

Lakeside, I am honey-drizzled,
in an inky trance, like tea
left too long in the sun. My arm
is a mossy log, lined with turtles. Continue reading