Sending the Sun to Bed

The sky is vacant, not a bird or a cloud in sight, just an inkling of a crescent moon – and then the sun tips into the dark slot of night in a fanfare of light before drawing dramatic drapes of purple and red and sending the majestic sun to bed. Kim M. Russell, 14th […]

Autumn Begins with a Comma

At the end of the summer Butterflies transform: Commas pause and magically become Dead leaves suspended from trees, Eventually turning, Falling into autumn. Kim M. Russell, 14th September 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: School Days, School Days, Good Ole Golden Rule Days . . . also linked to Poets United Poetry […]