Wildflower
In deepest woods,
Climbing high,
Opening wide,
To kiss the sky.
This post is dedicated to Line at the Inscrutable Paths of the Spirit, who is trying to make the world softer.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Dragons Hiding
Dragons are masters of hiding.
Sightings on the ground are rare.
Gannon would never have found one
but for the dragon toe below.
When he looked up,
The bark of the tree moved, and
A knot in the bark turned into an eye.
Fire blotted out the sky.
Gannon jumped on its back
As it spread leafy wings,
And together they flew toward the moon.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Uncommon Dragonfly
Uncommon mother,
Uncommon tired,
Living for 36 days,
Still, evanescent, wired.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This dragonfly is a Common Whitetail mature female.
Adventure: A Sunlit Path
The way was crisscrossed with roots and rocky.
Bellissa, the wood nymph, carefully tread
The sunlit path of shadow and dappled light.
Her ears were full of the music playing:
The symphony of green rustling leaves and
The decrescendo of the cicadas.
A crescendo of a dog’s barking by the shore
Caught her attention, and she hid in the silver birch.
The excited pup romped, shaking off an avalanche of drips.
She climbed toward a peak, leaving the shore behind,
The wind grew stiffer and the trees bent.
Ahead lay possibility, wonder and magic.
Always moving toward the next place,
Where imagination filled in the wood with secrets,
Caves, trolls, dragons, gnomes, friends and foe.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Something Blue
Remember the magic:
When you look closely,
What was hidden
Is found.
Something small
Can give you wings.
What was sad
Can give you strength.
What stole your voice
Can make you sing.
Remember the magic.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
This poem is dedicated to Ms. Vee, who is a fellow phoenix, a bird reborn from flames.
Brownie Crofter
brownie crofter
farms moss and pine needles
hides from tax man
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Ode to a Japanese Beetle
Oval iridescent green body,
Wings of bronze, quiet and still,
Always hungry, tasting nature’s nectar,
Making lace of leaves, living life with a will.
Note: This is a Popillia Japonica or Japanese Beetle. The photo was taken in Dover, MA in the Noanet Woodlands.
Flower for a Friend
Friends are like flowers.
They bloom, and they inspire.
They make the world beautiful.
We never forget.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I dedicate this post to the memory of Ajaytao. My thoughts and prayers are with his family. He was a bright light in our world, and his spirit continues to brighten our memories. He was a good friend to me, welcoming me here, and I will miss him. I feel blessed to have shared the world with him. Namaste, Brenda
Make a Wish
Just draw in your breath,
Focus on a wish and blow your cares away!
Let your inner child laugh for joy.
The dandelion seeds will scatter,
Carrying your desires to the wind spirits.
May all your wishes some true.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Rainy Renewal
Opposites: rain and sun,
The yin and yang of life.
Clear cooling drops
Cleanse and refresh.
Even as I welcome the rain,
I long for the sun.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
White Magic
White petunias made a happy, bright sight
Around the lair of the white witch.
So surrounded by beauty and light,
It gave the dark mage a painful twitch.
Fairy Footprints
fine golden dust
gilds the lily, draws wee folk
fairy footprints shine
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
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