What’s under it all?
What secret rivers flow
through
dark cave systems,
home to blind fish,
white like the moon,
the color of wishing?
Where lie the bones
of the very last dinosaur Continue reading
Tag Archives: spring
Driftwood Phoenix
Laid
bare,
barren,
broken down,
but pieces form art.
Driftwood rises above its end
forming a bird of legend with magical power,
spinning ashes to art, renewing the forlorn and forgotten, even transcending.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This is a Fibonacci Poem (0r “fib” for short). Each succeeding line is equal in syllable length to the total syllables in the preceding two lines, or: one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four, etc. I’ve written two other fibs, Star Fairy and Fairy Ball.
This poem will be my weekly Poetry Friday tiddly-wink of word play. Thanks Violet Nesdoly for hosting and posting that moving photo and poem about forest fires. My heart goes out to the people of Fort McMurray, Canada. And to the wildlife equally homeless. May everyone have a safe and magical weekend. Warmly, Brenda
Cherry Blossoms
roses of springtime
wide ball skirts for fairies
who dance on clouds
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Happy Mother’s Day! I hope your day was full of warmth and love. 🙂
Cultivar
Six-pointed stars
cup sunshine,
burning white at
their pointy tips. Continue reading
Dandelions Delight
Calling all bees,
if you please,
come get yellow
to your knees. Continue reading
Doorway to Spring
Glimpses of green
newly seen,
make my heart sing,
ah, spring. Continue reading
Yorktown Sunset
Yorktown Beach is bespelled
by a paint-palette sky.
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Fierce Glow
A Peak at the Bay
One last effort to
find the shore
before the
Chesapeake Bay Bridge,
we turn toward
Cape Charles.
Two miles. What will we find?
A longer trip, for one.
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Lune a Lark
butterfly spreads wings
a lark sings
oh, the joy spring brings
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This is my first attempt at a lune, and I was in a rhyming mood. A lune is a haiku variant with syllable count of 5-3-5 instead of the usual 7-5-7. Morgan wrote a magical one. I know I saw one a few weeks ago on Poetry Friday, but then I lost track of who’d written it. If it was you, let me know, and I’d be happy to link up.
Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, a prolific poet and champion of poetry, at Today’s Little Ditty for hosting Poetry Friday.
The butterfly is a Tiger-Striped Longwing (Heliconius ismehius). The photo was taken at the Boston Museum of Science’s Butterfly Garden.
Scilla Song
You should sing the blues,
but your music’s too sweet,
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Earth Tones
Creeks sing to wake the frogs.
New leaves whisper, waking the wind.
Old, crooked trees have their own
music, a quiet unfurling of
wandering woodland notes.
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Friendly Fairy Tales 