autumn mist rolls in silencing the call to prayer with its damp fingers Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 the temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers Matsuo […]
Month: September 2018
A Sip of Charity
They say charity begins at home and to love another you must love yourself. Whether we open our hearts or we open a door, charity is a dew-filled flower on which we all can sip. Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Charity Yesterday was the International Day of […]
Midwinter Lights
midwinternight a dark sky’s lights dance in the wolf’s eyes Hamish Managua Gunn wild and feral aurora howling in the moon’s embrace Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III: in the wolf’s eyes In the fourth episode of the latest […]
A Winter Forecast
I watch the mist of an autumn morning creep across the fields, shrouding the grey outline of the church and leaving a scattering of dew. In this moment I think of you still chasing dreams like a youthful robin tuning up in preparation for the spring, and me a wood pigeon with my loud and […]
End of an Unruffled Summer
a soothing breeze cicadas sing their song sound of water Chèvrefeuille (2015) the last trickle of summer as yet unruffled by storms Kim M. Russell, 4th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (3) a soothing breeze In this episode of the Renga […]
First Winter Rain
all the day long- yet not long enough for the skylark, singing, singing into the dusky shadows […]
Morning
Since I retired and as I get older, I find I need less sleep. I frequently wake around three, four or five o’clock, unable to return to the dark cocoon that enveloped me so cosily when I was younger. When the cats chirrup from the bedroom door, I no longer turn over and burrow back […]
Winds Howl in Rage
over the wintry forest winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow Natsume Soseki storm-tattered trees bend and crack birds tremble on bare branches Kim M. Russell, 1st September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Chained Together III winds howl […]
Morning Sun
morning sun the twinkle of stars still in the dew Jane Reichhold tiny prisms form on leaves each one contains a rainbow Kim M. Russell, 2nd September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge […]
First Gleam of Light
stars and planets fade in first gleam of morning light I know I’m alive Kim M. Russell, 2nd September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #48 Tagore’s Gitanjali This is the first Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation of September 2018 and, as meteorological autumn starts this weekend, we have a new logo for the […]
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