but few are chosen in the symmetry and ritual, the circle of life and death, from the first gasp at birth to the very last breath. Fresh grass grows on mountains through snow and stones; saplings take root in graves among crumbling bones; new life and innocence bring hope and vision. Many are called but […]
Day: April 2, 2017
Heron Zen
high in the treetops on an empty nest of sticks she lifts crown feathers raises heavy heron wings stretches head and neck skywards Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Namasté, The Spiritual Way #6 Haiku’s State of Mind – Zen This week Chèvrefeuille has decided to inspire us with Zen Buddhism, because it’s […]
Sprung
Now the clock hands have spun forward, an extra hour’s worth of sun- light has my nose smearing windows, spotting miniature mountains in mud- dy grass, patches clawed and dug by myopic moles in their hungry hunt for worms and beetles. My ears detect a rhythm, tap and hammer of a woodpecker, precise percussion of […]
Spring Forecast
Tiny coal-black fists raised on naked twigs threaten to open into purple Fraxinus blossom: if the ash before the oak, then we’ll surely have a soak. But then I spot a haze of ginger Quercus buds, an Easter bonnet veil around grey branches: if the oak before the ash, then we’ll only have a splash. […]
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