Winter’s at its lowest ebb, with branches bare against low skies and frost crisp at the river’s edge. Dawn carves grooves into the ice formed on the garden pond, where grass seeds are petrified into brittle frozen fronds. Early morning has been captured in a sparkling silver sculpture. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to […]
Day: December 12, 2017
Drunk on Darkness
intoxicated cosmos swirls in late night wine staggering with stars Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1324 carried away by the night Today we have a quote Paulo Coelho’s novel Adultery: “Let yourself get carried away by the night from time to time. Look up at the stars and try to get […]
Remembrance
I haven’t been out in the garden much since early autumn and recently I was too ill to even think about it. On Tuesday I gazed out at the last flakes of rusting leaves and a leaden sky. I watched Luna, our black and white cat, meld into the shadows; marvelled at the gold and […]
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