
The low, white sky
yields
a first dusting of
snow
and leaves tremble.
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The low, white sky
yields
a first dusting of
snow
and leaves tremble.
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Weave your story
with mine,
and we will never
live alone.
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: If you have time, watch the incandescent poem below, the inspiration for my poem, found when I went looking for wind and waves. At this time of too many divisions, let’s remember the past and honor each others’ stories. We need to unite, fight the virus, not each other.
Oral Traditions
— William Nu’Utupu Giles and Travis T.

Time to celebrate,
time to remember,
but also
time to put away.
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resolved,
to recognize stars
in winter wastes Continue reading

short, dark days
let the fairy lights shine,
long and bright
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The
leaves
whirl, swirl,
frisk and flutter,
before settling into
honey and russet blankets,
beech, maple, birch, oak, cherry. Continue reading

Thankful for family,
the four who stay with me
despite this year of separations. Continue reading

autumn rain
slapping five with maple leaves,
pitter-pat splats
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when the weight carried
presses me into the ground
I have to let go Continue reading

When doors slam,
things look tough, or
your heart is drumming it,
Remember you’re
the AMAZING YOU
and keep humming it. Continue reading

a palette of earthtones
paints hillsides
with Autumn song
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Once upon a time, Ruth grew into
a woman who refused to let others
put her in her place. She made
her own place, a place where
hard work, talent and persistence
would carry her across battlefields
of books, opinions, and gavels, where
great minds clamored and clashed. Continue reading