Waiting on the Edge of a Season

  This is the second of two poems I submitted to the Poetry Society’s National Poetry Competition back in autumn, both of which were unsuccessful.     I am smitten By the hovering season When dozy drones still buzz Their mantra And leached leaves Spiral Into swirls Of their own skeletons   Sultry days are […]

Night Mysteries

The old moon has crumbled Into stars There is nothing left To hold the sky together I watch it from behind my hands Feel my bones strain Under the weight of it all Waiting for the mountains Of the moon to fall Soaking up the darkness And the light Steadfast in the silence Of the […]


My response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #72 Use that quote […] “The purpose of our lives is to be happy”. […]  Dalai Lama   golden crab apple bobs aimlessly in the stream happy to be borne on capricious ebb and flow voyage of experience   © Kim M. Russell, 2016   Image found on www.dtbrownseeds.co.uk  Unfortunately no crab […]