House of Trees

Many branches have been lost.
Storm scars heal and leaves rain.
Strong-standing trees
twinkle with sunlight again,
billowing autumn with colourful drifts
and crunch of acorns underfoot.
In the heart of oaken breasts,
squirrels busily stock their nests,
warm and winter ready.
We too have taken stock:
logs are stacked and kindling’s chopped;
soon there will be crackles in the hearth
and the room will glow, warm and content
with the tang of wood smoke.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

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My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fashion Me Your Words:  Let’s build houses

Gillena says, as some parts of planet earth remain storm-ravished, some parts have weathered the storms and others remain near-paradise. She asks us to build houses sturdy and strong or not at all by fashioning poems in under one hundred words.

15 thoughts on “House of Trees

  1. I love the way you evoke the senses:
    sight: “twinkle with sunlight again,”
    hearing: “and crunch of acorns underfoot”
    smell: “with the tang of wood smoke”



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