The landscape’s smeared
with brown and grey
on this fleeting Christmas day.
Winter holds sway with icy puddles
and breath forms frozen particles
on still air. Only seagulls dare
tease the tedium;
they wheel, sideslip and dive,
grey wings merge with grey sky.
Around the corner
waits the black backdrop
of a drawn-out night
and the promise
of a sky full of starlight.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with real Toads Tuesday Platform
Magaly is our host for this Boxing Day and says that she has been mourning warm weather. She has shared a poem with us and encourages us to get lost in poetry.
writing in north norfolk 
This is lovely Kim “slip slide” I love that!
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Thank you!
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It sounds like you’re having the same kind of weather we’re having here. Lovely description, Kim!
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We have sunshine today but expect rain tomorrow. Yay! My daughter has just arrived!
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YAY!
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grey wings merge with grey sky… the bleakness relieved by the promise of starlight!!! Happy holidays Kim, wish you the best of the season.
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Thank you, Rajani. All the best to you, too 😊
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A lovely snapshot, in lovely words.
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Thank you, Rosemary. I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday.
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The starlight sky is a beautiful promise after a grey day. Beautifully penned contrasts
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Thank you 😊
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Very wintery….i especially love the starlight.
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🌌😊
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Nothing like “the promise of a sky full of starlight.” Gorgeously written, Kim ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Always, Spectacular! 😎😎😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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After the cold and gray and dark, there will be light! Love it. I absolutely do. 🙂
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Thank you, dear Magaly. 😊
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Here the promise of starlight is hidden by a shroud.. as if the soil mourn the lack of winter.
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You are so good at capturing the mood of a day with your words.
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Thank you, Candy.
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The last five lines moved me to tears. I looked at the photo and with the snow on your page blowing across it, I really missed my mother. The words brought her to mind and I felt as if the earth were mourning.
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The poem is about my walk to and from our local church to have a chat with mum. We had it to ourselves, it was very peaceful; on the way up I was crying and on the way back I was looking forward to the day being over. Mum’s anniversary is on 9th January, so I have to prepare myself for that. Thankfully Ellen and her husband arrived yesterday afternoon, so we had a lovely time with them. They go back later today. But Ellen will be back again for two nights next weekend.
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Much more delight in ready sharp observations of deep winter than fairblahblahblah about Florida. I was right there in those “frozen particles / on still air”!
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Today we have stormy squall while the rest of the UK has had snow!
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waits the black backdrop
of a drawn-out night
and the promise
of a sky full of starlight.
Opportunities will wait to present themselves to those patient and hopeful enough to sacrifice their valuable time. Very true Kim!
Hank
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Thanks Hank.
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