Under a Pearly Sky

Yellow-faced finches

Flit in the bushes

Of the ancient woods.

A cold wind rises,

Tossing the topmost branches,

Dancing with flame-like larch leaves

Lining the edge

Of a field of sedge,

Milky in the early


It is silent

Under a pearly




©Kim M. Russell, 2015

Yes, I know, the haiku was supposed to be the final post of today, but I couldn’t stop myself!


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