Autumn Swans

I am waiting For Bewick’s swans migrating After summer mating In windy Arctic wastes, Blowing in snow clouds from the north, Below them, glow of autumnal earth. Quite soon, A gentle trumpeting will fill the sky, Heralding cloud-white cheeks and breasts, And winter wildness. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on My poem for imaginary […]


She tattoos the ticking seconds In five bar gates With her indelible Indian ink hands Time never waits Time never stands Still while she gropes with sightless fingers For yet another skin-tight space To sweep the hands and sardonic smile Off the timekeeper’s face. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo […]