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 light. It is silent Under a pearly Norfolk sky. ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 Yes, I know, the haiku was supposed […]
Month: December 2015
And finally, for this Saturday…
A haiku Flock of Gulls Turning on a wing Gulls dip to water’s surface Flocking in sea foam © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on Pinterest
Christmas morning
Christmas kisses Flutter on your eyes Like snowflakes While you still drift On a waking dream Of shadow and light You’ve left the night And emerge on Christmas morning To a robin’s greeting And deer in the wintry garden © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Colder than Expected
A Christmas morning stroll Along the beach To watch waves roll And seagulls out of reach Turn cartwheels In the frozen clouds Underfoot there is a crunch Of sand and pebbles Instead of snow As we call the dogs And turn for home And Christmas lunch. ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
The final part of The Snowman
Stave 3 The snowman’s wish Was to feel the cosy glow; He had fallen in love With the fat-bellied stove And spent the long night With her in his frozen thoughts. In the early morning, There was freezing, creaking, Crunching weather And the cellar window bore The loveliest ice flowers That should fill a snowman […]
The Snowman continued
Stave 2 Indeed the weather changed: In the early hours of the morning A thick, damp fog ranged; At dawn, there came a light breeze, So icy it brought a freeze And when the sun rose in the sky, Trees and shrubs were covered in rime, Their delicate network A glittering white lacework. A […]
Christmas Honesty
In springtime, at the bottom Of my grandparents’ tiny garden, I would marvel for hours At a crowd of white and purple flowers: Grandad called them Lunaria. Together we would watch As the pretty petals perished, Leaving brown oval parcels. There was always a strong breeze, Blowing and rolling, Peeling back the wrapping To reveal […]
Robin in the Garden
In the early morning Silvery moonlight Frost glitters Ice splitters Like diamonds on a tree Below the branches Pearly flakes drift Deer skitter Birds flitter Below the naked tree Whose spindly boughs Are clad in snow His red breast glows The robin in the garden ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
A new tale from Hans Christian Andersen
The Snowman Stave 1 The snowman was born To the sound of boys’ yells, The clang of sleigh bells, The crack of a whip And the clip Of hooves. Winter was so wondrously cold, It bit life into the snowman And made him creak with joy; He wished he could move, Slide on ice like […]
Overgrown Garden
My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #23 finding the divine in the common – a deeper spiritual meaning Through tangled branches Of the overgrown garden Patch of sky breaks through ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
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