Seeing the same four walls
in this endless
pandemic confinement,
but imagining far fields,
wildflowers bobbing,
waterfalls singing, Continue reading
Tag Archives: Vermont
Traveling Inside
Even grounded
by a virus,
I’m on a journey, Continue reading
Clover Lit
Queen Anne’s Lace is
backlit by clover,
like raspberry planets
around a central star. Continue reading
Take Me Home, Country Road
Wheels crunching gravel,
we ventured off paved roads
to find our hearts beat
in the wild places Continue reading
Wildflower Heart
Vermont Twilight
Fairies dance and twinkle,
mixing with fireflies.
Lilac skies reach toward
lavender lakes.
Goldenrod nods
farewell to the sun.
Mountains darken
and trees disappear in
the dimming light.
Still the dragonflies hum.
Children seek the first star,
the first wish.
They believe in magic.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Vermont River Wishes
Clouds framed a glaring window,
where the sun failed to shine.
Winds loosed a hailstorm of pine cones.
The icy river churned and burbled,
depositing silt onto smooth stones.
Upriver, the dam released water slowly.
The waterfall below demanded rain,
but it lay heavy in the black clouds.
A few drops spattered in the gorge,
unnoticed by waders in the flats.
The river shrugged smooth shoulders,
showing its sharp granite bones.
Children chased fish downriver,
while parents soaked tired feet,
listening for thunder and
dreading the long climb out.
Canoers beached their boats,
donned yellow lifejackets,
and floated around the rapids,
bobbing in the slow side current.
Children pointed, laughed,
and longed to be in the thick of it.
I am the children. I am the river.
I am black clouds longing for release.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: These photographs are of Quechee Gorge and Ottauquechee River, Vermont.