tickling our faces kisses and a stem of grass perfumed with meadow Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1561 Yellowstone National Park … meadow. Today, in our haiku journey along the Pan American highway, we have an image to inspire us, which was taken in Yellowstone National Park and it […]
Day: December 6, 2018
To be a Child Again
Now that you are gone, I make a wish on every falling star I see (they are few and far between) to travel back in time, have you tuck me up in bed so tight, sing our favourite lullabies and then kiss me goodnight. I want to know that you’ll be there on Christmas morning […]
December Moon
December moon had reached its height, everything was bleached of hue, lending fields a spectral light tinged with frosty blue. Everything was bleached of hue except for silent shadows tinged with frosty blue like moths gathering at windows. Except for silent shadows, all of nature shivered like moths gathering at windows, and icicles on branches […]
A Sudden Sonnet
On a dark December morning, invisible in sea mist, Norfolk beet fields whisper wind. Silent poplars, stripped of their leafy dress, oppressed by the closeness of gunmetal clouds, flank the lane. Tarmac glistens with overnight rain, the sky threatens to split again and has leached all colour. Suddenly, in the hedgerow, I see the silhouette […]
How blue is the lake?
how blue is the lake full of sparkling stars and snow deepest amazement Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1560 Crater Lake National Park Oregon … Today we are making our first stop in America, at the Crater Lake National Park. Chèvrefeuille tells us that Native Americans witnessed the formation […]
