“When your feet are draggin’
and your knees are sagging’
and you don’t know what to do
a little jive is good for you! Continue reading
Tag Archives: nature
Frozen Trickle
maverick trickle,
still, icy rivulet takes
the path less traveled Continue reading
Mary Oliver Reminds Me
Bound by the shared weight of winter,
the empty bird feeder and I
let down our neighbors, as our emptiness
lets in the cold, the sleet and the
wet indifference of early snowfall.
Where is our divinity, our seed,
our stored warmth and harvest? Continue reading
Winter Wishes
trees aglow
star-shine on earth
blessings to all
Happy Holidays! I’ll be taking a few days with my family starting tonight. I wish everyone a magical weekend!
Time to Fold
The first sparkling flakes
zip, zig and zag before landing
with soft velvet slippers
atop the last pink flowers,
a’drowse in the fading light. Continue reading
Gingerbread Solstice
heaven-sent
gingerbread scent
December torment Continue reading
Orange Oracle
The orange oracle
hears the wind’s voice,
chilly with snow and ice
gathering strength.
But today,
it’s warm.
Today,
let’s dance. Continue reading
Youthful Glance
A slim, willowy tree
gives a youthful glance,
tosses glossy red curls
in a siren dance. Continue reading
Frosted Tankas
crimson leaves
sparkling, jeweled gowns
for the Fairy Ball Continue reading
Frosty Hats
pink cottage roses
frosty hats at rakish angles
sporting the first frost
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Winter has skated into town on frozen sidewalks, catching some late blooms off guard. They are rising to the occasion, though. I hope you’re having a magical week.
Red Alert
dance in time
winter’s coming,
but not today
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here is a haiku for healing. A Poetry Friday friend, Mary Lee Hahn, is hosting a December haiku extravaganza. I haven’t committed to a haiku every day, but after reading so many good ones in PF this weekend, I found myself writing one. A toast to the lingering warm days.
Winter Pale
The pale of winter shines
from pine cones dangling,
left by wind and chance,
promise of saplings future. Continue reading
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