fragile beautywritten with frosty fingersa dawn haiku cranberries covered with sugara taste of winteryet to come first hoarfrostfragile cobweb spans the gatemagical Kim M. Russell, 24th November 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1840 Hoarfrost Chèvrefeuille reminds us that it’s pretty much winter in the Northern hemisphere and we have already had our first hoarfrost, […]


I am thankful for the small thingsthe early morning cup of teaheat blowing under my kneesin the relentless chill of the studythe blanket wrapped around mesunset orange, soft and comfya view of the garden and all I can seedried honeysuckle vines on a breezea cheeky pheasant pecking berriesa squirrel scurrying up the apple treedeer eating […]

Last Glow of the Dying Season

solitary quinceamong semi-bare branchestoo few leaves to hidethe only source of sunshinefloodlights the dying season Kim M. Russell, 19th November 2020           My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Jisei (Japanese Death Poems) Frank is our host today for Meeting the Bar, inviting us to revisit the Jisei (Japanese […]

Covid Celebration

hesitation before the grip of winter’s chillalmost all the leaves are goneexposing branches to a cloudless skyand pale light of a more distant sun isolation I watch it from the windowcold glass between me and the worlda video call heralds the promiseof a smiling face celebration a Sunday birthday this yearfour decades of being my […]


Orbs of honeyed trustglow in the darknessat the end of the bed,incandescent torchessearching in the nightfor human heat.In the morning,after breakfast and a treat,blue-eyed companionrelinquished for the day,the owner of the amber eyesgoes out to hunt and play.   Kim M. Russell, 17th November 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Look into […]

Zig Zagging

Winter sun slants low, cold, white gold, casting faint shadows across the frosty fields, prettifying furrows and hedges and rusted plants around the edges. Is it possible to backlight a hare’s ears, making them glow pink as it zig-zags its way home this morning? Kim M. Russell, 16th November 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]