The Spilling

Just when I’ve learnt to read the landscape carefully: the flight of birds and growth of plants, the arrangement of furrowed fields and coppiced hedges; now that I’ve mastered its punctuation with quiet glee: the question mark of church, comma of farmhouse, full stop of village and parentheses of trees; nature spills her evening ink […]

Jane’s Flowers

depth of a flower flying away with the bee some mystery                                  Jane Reichhold depth of a flower within protective petals pollen paradise flying away with the bee a honeyed secret stolen by a breeze some mystery stored within a honeycomb Nature’s musings Kim M. Russell, 26th July 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1711 flowers […]

Still

as a cat watching a butterfly or a falling leaf after a restless night of heat twisted in the sweaty sheet until the sky cracked and light crept under my half- closed eyelids now I am still as the leaves and the grass held by morning coolness Kim M. Russell, 25th July 2019 My response […]