
The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading

The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading
Note: Curves appear everywhere, especially where the Daily Post is popular. Republicans may have blocked gun control for now, but if we get enough signatures on petitions to ban assault weapons, we may yet throw a curve ball to the NRA.
http://petitions.moveon.org/keystoneprogress/sign/president-obama-make-10

May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
If Shakespeare is your cup of tea, here’s a fairy poem on Midsummer from him. I also offer a midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, called Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all. Continue reading

Lilacs are pink,
lilacs are blue,
with help from dad,
kids grow up true. Continue reading

Tulips gossip downtown
in streets curved in frowns.
Too many people
walk dogs, legs lifting –
tulips don’t want a drink,
of that kind, I think. 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.