Peace can be found in my garden,Except for the occasional tune of a robinAloft in the willow, or the breath of windChilling leafless trees; a reminder thatEven birds and plants need some peace – like me. Kim M, Russell, 29th December 2023 Image by Joseph Watson on Unsplash Susan is hosting What’s Going On? this […]
Month: December 2023
Mince Pies for Lucas
My five-year-old grandson enjoys a Christmas treat of crumbly little pies filled with sweet mincemeat. Mince pies that are simple and always taste best don’t have soggy bottoms and have extra fruit and zest. My husband’s not a fan and I can leave or take thembut, like grandmothers before me, I would like to bake […]
Why a Pear Tree?
Why would I bein a pear tree?On the first dayof Christmas, too.I am a farm bird,a runner in fields,and wouldn’tappeal to you.I’m not as brightas a pheasant,and not quiteas cute as a quail;my body is grey,but my face is pleasant,blushing reddish, the same as my tail. Kim M. Russell, 12th December 2023 Image by Bruce […]
First Snow
The first hint is a flurry of feathers,stitches from embroidered stars. A single flake falls, sparkles in the night,where a pale moon shivers. Morning. All that remains of the flutteringis a single black feather on white – a blackbird’s shadow taken flight. Kim M. Russell, 11th December 2023 Image by Risto Kokkonen on Unsplash It’s […]
Silver Birch
As the last ice age receded, birches set roots in stony ground, pioneers, trees of beginnings, the first in the Ogham alphabet. At Samhain, birch twigs drive out spirits of the old year, and here, at the end of the garden, my goddess grows, silver bark shining in sunlight and shimmering in moonlight, standing tall, […]
Clair de Lune
The lightest note breaksspace with crystal notes and takesmy breath away, like snowflakes spinning around my free-falling soul. Piano keysreverberate and echo in D, cascading angst-filled arpeggiosin a swelling tide of melancholia,a swirling musical oceanus. A spree of naked notes delightspeaking into rolling notesof sadly serious moonlight. And when it’s over, silence glistenswith spectral music […]
Cruel Snow
I was where I am when the snow began, on a lonely path across a field. The silence of snow is like no other, which is why I stood still, enjoying the gentle whisper of the first flakes. The snow grew heavier and the field soon disappeared under its blanket. I started to walk again, […]
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