This Poem is a Hill, Indigo Water and Whiffling Geese

This poem is a distant hill. This poem is a welter of indigo water. This poem is geese whiffling overhead. This poem is a rolling, breaking wave of corn the colour of honeycomb, washing against the grassy spine of an ancient sleeping dragon, a landslide washed green. This poem is a distant hill. This poem […]

(Spring) Fun

finding shy snowdrops that arrive like little candles to light up the garden followed by skipping cats that brush my legs in a game of tag watching catkins wriggle their tails and cats in trees hearing the first cries of newborn lambs on the breeze picking out the songs of different birds outside the window […]

The Privilege of Green

Once I walked among dusty cars, along crowded streets, hemmed in by buildings and a depression of sky. I had the freedom, the privilege to choose green. Fields, trees and lush leaves are all that crowd me now, and the sky, although not green, stretches its hugeness to infinity. Kim M. Russell, 18th February 2019 […]

Water Reflections

water reflection– a flying squirrel across the wisteria’s mantle Takarai Kikaku (Tr. unknown) in distortions of ripples purple blossoms turn to clouds Kim M. Russell, 18th February 2019   My response to Carpe Diem #1609 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (13) water reflection Today we have a haiku by Takarai Kikaku, was one Basho’s best […]