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

Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading

Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore. Continue reading

Accumulation of flakes,
millions of unique crystals soften and transform. Continue reading

all about town
blue spruces weighed down
heavy bridal gowns Continue reading

lavender longing
thin blue shadows on white snow
remembering bees
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading