
Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading →

Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading

Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore. Continue reading

One magical summer,
the grasses bend sideways
in a strong wind,
transforming field into ocean. Continue reading

lavender longing
thin blue shadows on white snow
remembering bees
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

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

Heliotrope was in a sour mope.
She was the last crayon picked.
She felt as if she’d been kicked. Continue reading

Queen Anne’s Lace is
backlit by clover,
like raspberry planets
around a central star. Continue reading

Perhaps stories are spirits
that live in our world. Continue reading
Sandy treasures are
tossed by storms
like living toys. Continue reading

When my spirits sink,
I give a saucy wink
and don’t overthink,
because soon enough —
I’ll be in the pink. Continue reading

Would a fairy drive a car
shaped like a cedar branch
with green needle fenders?
Maybe a maple leaf flying carpet?
I’d want a Japanese model,
red and sporty, Continue reading

still maiden
sentinel spruces enfold
green glen, act three Continue reading