he puts down the spade wiping his brow with a sleeve a tulip blossoms Kim M. Russell, 4th February 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1806 Unconditional Love Today’s theme, which some of us wrote about yesterday, is ‘unconditional love’.
Spring is already here…
In our garden we have green daffodil leaves, a small clump of snowdrops, buds on the cherry tree and honeysuckle tendrils. I’ve seen catkins dangling from branches and fuzzy pussy willow buds on my way to and from home. And we have cock pheasants strutting about noisily, facing up to each other. Mother Nature hums […]
Unconditional
unconditional love of a parent and child touch of a small hand Kim M. Russell, 3rd February 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1805 Introducing our new Theme: Love month A new theme starts today: we are celebrating love, something to which we can all relate, and it’s not only love between people, but also […]
Crystallised
beach diamonds a new day crystallized in sunny surf foam Jane Reichhold caught in the curl of a wave […]
It’s Raining
On my win- dow-pane there are drops of rain again. One cat came in soaked, the other has been chasing dribbles, and the washing will have to wait until tomorrow – unless it’s raining again. Kim M. Russell, 2nd February 2020 My response to Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry #5: A Tiny Light at […]
Golden Hour
Winter sun slants low, cold but golden. Shadows overflow field edges, ditches and hedges, while dusty light glows in the windows of the ancient church and on the walls of the old barn, amber as the eyes of an owl. Kim M. Russell, 30th January 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: […]
New Tricks
twenty seven years learning new tricks together richer or poorer Kim M. Russell, 30th January 2020 My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #4 New Tricks Rommy greets us with a question this week: she asks whether we made any new year’s resolutions and wonders how they’re going. She says It can be […]
Family Tombstone
adding father’s name to the family tombstone with room for my own Nicholas Virgilio a generation’s story inked green by moss and lichen Kim M. Russell, 29th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Wednesday #11: family tombstone It’s Tan Renga Wednesday, when our challenge is to add a two-line stanza (approx. 7-7 […]
This Dream
This dream is a moon-faced owl shining brightly in a silver tree, its amber orbs cups of honey that drip sweetly in a sleeper’s eye. This dream is a rasping call that echoes through windy branches, the spiky tip of a nightmare’s tail brushing against a windowpane illuminated with star-fall – before it flicks and […]
New Year Candlelight
clinking glasses stars rise in new year champagne by candlelight clinking glasses above the flash of fireworks a new moon stars rise in new year champagne each bursting bubble a resolution by candlelight the old year bids fare thee well flickering shadows Kim M. Russell, 28th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1804 New […]
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