Nature’s Game

She lurks in the shadows, her grey-brown trunk short, furrowed and corky, long branches pointy winter wands, charming icicles, writing spells with frost and disappearing into mist. She has already drawn the path of winter’s exile in her elder scrolls, plotted the return of spring with a joyful blossom blast: choirs of birds and drone […]

Osculation

just one kiss that lingers like salt on chapped lips will be etched forever a souvenir of gentle fingers a heart that skips a holding of breath until lungs are fit to burst a ghostly tingle that echoes in each little kiss that follows Kim M. Russell, 11th February 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]