Pinking

Pink hydrangeas

Bluing makes fabrics bright white,
Pinking makes thinking right:
See a woman in a positive light,
For herself, not as a pretty sight.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is for Michelle Marie, a single mom, hardworking, talented and full of joyful potential.

Pure Pink Pleasure

Orchids

Magic is in the color,
The pure pleasure of light
Hitting flower petals,
Then arcing across to me.
Pink makes me feel peaceful,
A magic balm to my spirit.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: A pink orchid symbolizes pure affection, and pure affection is what I have for fairy tale lovers everywhere! This poem is dedicated to Michelle Marie and Jeanne Marie, the Queens of Pink, and to all the lovers of fairy tales everywhere.

Pink Lady Smiles

Pink Bush Blooming

Awash in pink,
Joyous and young,
Heart singing,
Have lots of fun!

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: I am on the road right now. I will catch up with all of you when I get back. I’m going to help celebrate my kids’ great-grandfather’s 101 birthday!! Wow!

May Queen

Tulip magnolia

Sad May Queen and her court,
Drenched, washed by rain,
Cold droplets cascade off,
Heavy heads rise when
The torrent ceases, blue sky
Teases, clouds chase the wind.

Then state visits commence,
Foreign dignitaries hasten toward
The still glistening, but elegant
Tulip Magnolia Queen.
Bees kiss her hands, aquiver,
Trembling to touch her perfume.

A sensitive courtier
Drips tears onto the lawn.
Pink petals fall and
Lay like lotus blooms
On a glassy pond, quiet
Except for water dripping.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Ditty on Pink

Pink Tulips

When your spirits start to sink,
Don’t over-think, drink in pink.

Begin to revive; continue to thrive:
Beauty multiplies love times five.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This post is dedicated to MichelleMarie, who with Jeanne Marie, started thinkingpinkx2, which has been brightening up my reader. Michelle Marie speaks pink. Jeanne Marie says: “Pink is our retreat from the daily battles of life without giving up.” ūüôā Stop by there for some Pink Therapy, and you won’t be sorry!

Cherry Intoxication

Drunk with cherry blossom aroma,
The tiniest fairy weaves a crooked path,
Skating down pink branches and
Leaping petal to petal, wings beating happily.
The pollen coats her so thickly,
The bees start to pursue her.

Cherry blossoms in Spring

She shimmers into her other form.
A pale white butterfly flutters
Where once a tiny girl with wings flew.
The bees give up the chase,
Turnings back to the cherry blooms,
Here for such a short time.

 Juniper Berries in Spring

Erratically, the fae-butterfly flies,
Lighting finally on a juniper bush.
She changes back to a young girl,
Sipping nectar from the blue dew-cones.
Her transparent wings flitter, flutter.
Then on into spring she adventures.

 Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham