Outside My Front Door

outside my front door
frost-bittten weeds
wither between the gravel
bashful birds flit
in and out
of a thorny hedgerow
tendrils of woodbine
intertwine
with creeping ivy
and wrestle with a fence
festooned with a tracery
of gossamer
and silver
snail spoors

Kim M. Russell, 2016

outside-my-front-door

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 96 – December 15th – What you see out your front door.

This week we are considering the world that lies outside our front doors: is it the hustle bustle of the city? The quiet urban retreat? Our entry into the magic of life?

4 thoughts on “Outside My Front Door”

  1. Delightful Kim, all you northern Hemisphere folk beset with frost and snow at the moment where we are having a cool day after two days of 40C…..thanks for contributing to the Tale Weaver..

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