no longer naked fragile blossomed cherry trees dancing in the rain no longer naked limbs are covered with pink frills rippled by the breeze fragile blossomed cherry trees bursting with new buds ephemeral youth dancing in the rain a last flurry of petals strewn across the path Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2019 My response […]
plump drops of dawn dew pregnant with bursts of sunlight new life awakens Kim M. Russell, 4th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Rebirth of an Old Feature: Time Glass 1 Crystal A time-challenging feature entitled ‘Time Glass’ has been resurrected at Carpe Diem and the goal is to create haiku or tanka inspired […]
brightest chrome yellow petals spatter the canvas still-life sunflowers Kim M. Russell, 3rd February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #70 The Quest for a New Masterpiece continues … sunflower In the first weekend meditation of February, our challenge is an episode of ‘Quest for a New Masterpiece’ on the theme of ‘sunflower’.
white snow fades to grey night smothers remains of day in black forest pines Kim M. Russell, 31st January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1596 Black Forest In the final episode of January 2019, in which we have explored classical and modern kigo (season words) for winter, we I have a modern kigo taken […]
the hawk’s glissando silenced by fresh snow at dusk run home little mouse Kim M. Russell, 29th January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1595 hawk (taka) In the penultimate episode of January 2019, in which we’ve been exploring kigo (season words) for winter, we have a classical kigo to work with, which has been […]
hot pink against snow a capricious spindle bursts premature blossoms Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1593 flowers out of season (kaeribana) With four days to go this month, we have for more winter kigo for inspiration. Today we have a classical kigo: flowers out of season (kaeribana) and an […]
a strange emptiness time becomes slow and breathless as spring warmth transcends a strange emptiness no small thunderclouds of birds rain from empty skies time becomes slow and breathless a snowy white hare eyes wide, ears flat back as spring warmth transcends with the scent of witch hazel a citrus firework Kim M . Russell, […]