Calla Curl

Pink Flower

Calla curl,
Silky swirl.
Snow may hide
New England’s color,
But trucked-in treasure
Startles and entrances,
My heart dances —
A wild whirl.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham


On the poem: This is a concrete or shape poem, meant in this case to take the shape of a calla lily.

On the weather: We’ve had one day of sunshine, with temperatures above freezing. Old Man Winter is not gone, but at least he’s growing sleepy. The Calla Lilies are from Trader Joe’s, where the floral section is a summer garden. Here is a picture better reflecting what it still looks like outdoors here:

Snowy Branches

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On Poetry Friday: super-late this week, but life gets in the way at times. Thanks to Robyn Campbell, Kids Author and Poet, for hosting!

Old North Wind


Blow old North wind,
Your icy breath is a knife,
Storms have twinned,
Roads bisected by slushy ruts.

Sturdy New England folk
Might be down in the mouth;
Monotonous gray skies invoke
A temptation to head South.

Forty days to the solstice.
The sun is headed this way,
Eventual defeat to cold paralysis.
So we will wait it out, come what may.


Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Boston Strong in Five Haiku

Elated fans cheer
Balm for a Battered Boston
Thank you Red Sox team!!!

Bushy beards, bald heads
Psychological mind games
Cast iron focus

Outfield solid state
John Lackey dominated
Closer’s glove held high

Yeah Red Sox Nation
First World Series Fenway win
since 1918

Your day will come, too
Great Saint Louis Cardinals
All New England glows…







Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham