Donning winter clothes And abandoning the warmth, We head towards an open space: Crunch of snow, Frozen face, Flakes on eyelashes And numb toes. Only pigeons brave the chill, Flapping ahead On the crest of a hill. Giving chase in a flurry, Steaming with loud Yapping as they scurry, We are surrounded By Christmas and […]
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
Once upon a Time
There is a certain magic A spine-tingling moment When the tale begins You could be beside an open fire In an armchair or in bed The opening of a fairy tale Is the unlocking of your head To a densely populated forest With trails and trees, Witches and fairies, Princes and princesses, And all kinds […]
A Christmas Haibun
This is for the Carpe Diem Extra #43 Carpe Diem Kamishibai Kurisumasu When I was sixteen years old I moved to Cologne in Germany. I remember my first Christmas market vividly, with the aroma of pancakes and waffles, sauerkraut and wurst. It was in one of the many small marketplaces, I can’t recall which one, […]
Under a Pearly Sky
Yellow-faced finches Flit in the bushes Of the ancient woods. A cold wind rises, Tossing the topmost branches, Dancing with flame-like larch leaves Lining the edge Of a field of sedge, Milky in the early light. It is silent Under a pearly Norfolk sky. ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 Yes, I know, the haiku was supposed […]
And finally, for this Saturday…
A haiku Flock of Gulls Turning on a wing Gulls dip to water’s surface Flocking in sea foam © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on Pinterest
Christmas morning
Christmas kisses Flutter on your eyes Like snowflakes While you still drift On a waking dream Of shadow and light You’ve left the night And emerge on Christmas morning To a robin’s greeting And deer in the wintry garden © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Colder than Expected
A Christmas morning stroll Along the beach To watch waves roll And seagulls out of reach Turn cartwheels In the frozen clouds Underfoot there is a crunch Of sand and pebbles Instead of snow As we call the dogs And turn for home And Christmas lunch. ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
The final part of The Snowman
Stave 3 The snowman’s wish Was to feel the cosy glow; He had fallen in love With the fat-bellied stove And spent the long night With her in his frozen thoughts. In the early morning, There was freezing, creaking, Crunching weather And the cellar window bore The loveliest ice flowers That should fill a snowman […]
The Snowman continued
Stave 2 Indeed the weather changed: In the early hours of the morning A thick, damp fog ranged; At dawn, there came a light breeze, So icy it brought a freeze And when the sun rose in the sky, Trees and shrubs were covered in rime, Their delicate network A glittering white lacework. A […]
Christmas Honesty
In springtime, at the bottom Of my grandparents’ tiny garden, I would marvel for hours At a crowd of white and purple flowers: Grandad called them Lunaria. Together we would watch As the pretty petals perished, Leaving brown oval parcels. There was always a strong breeze, Blowing and rolling, Peeling back the wrapping To reveal […]
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