The Last Star

The last star pierces The early morning sky Silvery moonlight Sparkles on fresh snow On the top branches Of a Christmas tree An angel reaches up Plucks the star from the clouds And hangs it on a bough   ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 Just a little seasonal whimsy before I go to Wednesday Bounce and Rhyme […]

Caresses

Translation of a poem by Stefan Zweig   I love each first anxious caress, Still part question and already part trust, Because after them more hours press, Like pillars into our lives they thrust.   They are the scent of the briefest flower’s palpation, A quick glance, a smile, a gentle hand – They crackle like […]