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 of a crab apple tree
spill tiny golden fruit,
and smell the tang of sweet rot,
a reminder of autumn’s glut.
Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Surprise!
This week Susan quotes Heraclitus: “If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it . . . .” and asks us to write new poems with surprise as a recurring motif. She says the poem itself need not surprise, but she wouldn’t mind being woken up a little through a pleasant surprise!
She has given us a fantastic image and some wonderful examples of poems by Emily Dickinson, Dorothy Parker and Naomi Shihab Nye.