
crimson leaves
sparkling, jeweled gowns
for the Fairy Ball Continue reading →

crimson leaves
sparkling, jeweled gowns
for the Fairy Ball Continue reading

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.

I never know as much as when I don’t know anything. Continue reading

Mother Near
I feel my mother near
in a garden,
leaves trembling,
like my heart,
as a butterfly lights
on a concrete goddess. Continue reading

This is just to say…
Thank you, Earth
that held tight trees
bent to their knees
in hurricane winds and
that imprints time itself
on gorges, stone and shelf,
in the language of fossil hieroglyphics. Continue reading

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke

Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke
When dinosaurs greeted the dawn,
perhaps they tweeted and twittered,
while they preened and flirted,
just as their modern descendants
greet the dawn with a chorus that
rattles shutters and billows curtains. Continue reading

Perhaps stories are spirits
that live in our world. Continue reading

still maiden
sentinel spruces enfold
green glen, act three Continue reading

Moving between worlds,
egg to leaf,
leaf to stone,
stone to leaf,
leaf to tree,
caterpillar to cocoon. Continue reading

Goodbye, summer.
Goodbye, beach. Continue reading

My garden is peopled
with bearded giants,
purple, plump, and
peppered with gold dust. Continue reading