
The color of daughters
is spring pink,
a color to open a bud
in the hardest heart. Continue reading

The color of daughters
is spring pink,
a color to open a bud
in the hardest heart. Continue reading

Love is love that doesn’t harm.
Love is what holds us in the dark,
listens to our fears,
celebrates our small moments. Continue reading

Wild mornings, wild afternoons!
If I am with you
your face alight
your laugh in my hair Continue reading

Three Dutch tweens
tickled by the breeze Continue reading

The first petal falls
without a sound
on a day
like any other. Continue reading

blooms yearn
azaleas pop
sunrise unrolls
nature flows Continue reading

May the sun shine
on children everywhere.
May magic find you
and luck keep you
warm on the road
that takes you home.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: My inner child is happy to celebrate! Is it really Thursday? Where has the week gone? Apparently yesterday was International Children’s Day (or “International Day for Protection of Children”), but Twitter is still celebrating today, and I am, too.

Rosy-hued curls, arranged in whirls,
remind me of a clock, stopped.
The minute hand is stuck at twelve.
The hour hand spins too fast to see. Continue reading

stained glass frames
white bells, here and gone,
nature’s embroidery Continue reading

Leaves of three and
white petals
foretell the fruit. Continue reading

I woke. I groaned.
I clenched my eyes,
but the sunlight
had no mercy. Continue reading

We’re overcrowded,
we’ve no room, Continue reading