the crow has flown away; swaying in the evening sun, a leafless tree Natsume Soseki an abandoned empty nest and a single black feather Kim M. Russell, 26th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1614 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (18) free styling Today’s challenge is to use haiku of our own choice, which […]
Sip
Is sipping from the Milky Way like sipping from a flower? I ask the bee and butterfly but they just buzz or flutter by, so I tip my tongue to the yellow button heart of feverfew and get wildly drunk on its pollen-sugared dew. Kim M. Russell, 25th February 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Grieving
hige kaze wo fuite boshu tanzuru wa tare ga ko zo who is it that grieves, the wind blowing through his beard, for late autumn? Matsuo Basho (Tr. R.H.Blyth) raindrops drip from willow leaves, pooling memories and leaves Kim M. Russell, 24th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1613 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 […]
Moon and Flowers
moon past full the beginning of a little more darkness hours until birds start singing […]
Spring Kites
bright kites aflutter above cherry blossomed trees a fresh scented breeze Kim M. Russell, 23rd February 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Challenge: Season Your Poetry Toni is hosting this weekend with some season words or kigo for spring. She reminds us that the haiku is all about being in the […]
Stone
Weathered by seasons, clothed in life’s lichens, weighted and leaning, no longer standing proud. Anchored by gravity, fissures and cavities, gathering dew and rain, longing for sun again soon. Kim M. Russell, 22nd February 2019 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Timeless #writephoto
Plume Grass
While you decline to cry, high on the mountainside a single stalk of plumegrass wilts. Ō no Yasumaro (circa 711), (Tr. Michael R. Burch) Tortured by wind, rain and sun, it has stopped its whispering. Kim M. Russell, 21st February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1612 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (16) plumegrass Today […]
This Poem is a Hill, Indigo Water and Whiffling Geese
This poem is a distant hill. This poem is a welter of indigo water. This poem is geese whiffling overhead. This poem is a rolling, breaking wave of corn the colour of honeycomb, washing against the grassy spine of an ancient sleeping dragon, a landslide washed green. This poem is a distant hill. This poem […]
(Spring) Fun
finding shy snowdrops that arrive like little candles to light up the garden followed by skipping cats that brush my legs in a game of tag watching catkins wriggle their tails and cats in trees hearing the first cries of newborn lambs on the breeze picking out the songs of different birds outside the window […]
Full Snow Moon
full snow moon stirs the ladybug on cold bare branches Hamish 2016 a glint of red on silver new blood in an old landscape little hints of green dotted on skeleton twigs life in suspension awakened by warm sunshine ladybug flies away home Kim M. Russell, 21st February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem […]
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