
The first sparkling flakes
zip, zig and zag before landing
with soft velvet slippers
atop the last pink flowers,
a’drowse in the fading light. Continue reading

The first sparkling flakes
zip, zig and zag before landing
with soft velvet slippers
atop the last pink flowers,
a’drowse in the fading light. Continue reading

heaven-sent
gingerbread scent
December torment Continue reading

The orange oracle
hears the wind’s voice,
chilly with snow and ice
gathering strength.
But today,
it’s warm.
Today,
let’s dance. Continue reading

A slim, willowy tree
gives a youthful glance,
tosses glossy red curls
in a siren dance. 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.

dance in time
winter’s coming,
but not today
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here is a haiku for healing. A Poetry Friday friend, Mary Lee Hahn, is hosting a December haiku extravaganza. I haven’t committed to a haiku every day, but after reading so many good ones in PF this weekend, I found myself writing one. A toast to the lingering warm days.

The pale of winter shines
from pine cones dangling,
left by wind and chance,
promise of saplings future. Continue reading

In a desert of green,
manicured lawns
an oasis of color blooms Continue reading

The very best place to be
when life is difficult for me
is a hop atop Toad’s wild ride,
stalwart Badger by my side. Continue reading

mosquito-eating dragon,
autumnal dragonfly dreams in
lacy-winged stillness Continue reading

I dig my toes into the carpet
like tree roots. Continue reading