
the first stars
must have lit up the deep dark
like spring
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

the first stars
must have lit up the deep dark
like spring
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

a rose, bud to bloom,
embraces its beginning
as it unfolds
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

before March goes,
let’s dawdle, linger and grow,
like the crocus
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

translated by a poet,
even a simple pine tree
worships
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

remembering peaches,
my daughter’s ice cream cone
melted too fast
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

Sometimes I feel yellow,
or slow, green and dragging
or even a rapid-raging red. Continue reading

blurry or sharp,
clues hide in daily chaos,
but I can’t focus
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

stories inside trees,
art finds what’s hidden
in us all
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

anticipating,
the frisson of the unknown,
is better than knowing
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

love is
in the very stone of the earth,
and on every path
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

Winter’s white sleeves
and icy tresses
are absent
this warm winter.
Unexpectedly,
I miss them.
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading