As light returns, in dozing green,never a sparrow to be seen. Never in tangles of rusty fernsnor hedges rich with pungent tannincurled with smoke where bonfires burnin dozing green, as light returns. Outside the window, on fence and ledge,some chase each other in the hedge,or hide and seek in the curly willow.Too small to see, they’re […]
A Sweet Affair
An orchard’s fruit and its aromasare laden with sweet memories:a windfall of sparkling baublesor a bird café of dulcet squabblesover worms in russet orbs that endas feasts for feathered friends. Each bite of your acidic sweetnessarouses a harvest of ripe blushesbeneath a tree, under cover of night.‘I am sweet temptation in moonlight,’your apple breath whispers […]
Groundhog Day
Today I should have seen my shadow. Sunshine glistens on the frost, the sky is clear and pale blue, and the air icily fresh. But I’m staying indoors, as I’m unwell. I have put my trust in the snowdrops, which promise me faithfully that spring is on its way. I’ve seen them. The small ones […]
Where or When
Things past and presentare linked by a thread and Iam in the middle holding it all together: my little cat and my witch’s hat,all muted colours, greys and browns. The doors are locked,the table is bare,and I can’t let goto read the notepinned to the wall. I would love to ridea little white horsepast a […]
In my Deepest January
In my deepest January,frequently the sky is pink,trees hunched over, shy and nude,creeping round churned up fields. In my deepest January,carrion crows, grey as fading ink,pick at drowned worms, rudeand raucous as they wield sharp, curved beaks then sinkthem into mud, cackling a lewdcaw. Breaks in the treeline revealthe village church, a chink of grey […]
Random Words of Winter
you were a cold crone,Winter, dimming our thresholds –summer’s still a dream a dolorous crowbrings me yet another verse –see how words renew and yet we’re awareof cliffs, caves and salty seathe scent of sun cream *** While winter’s nose is still dripping,one memory will cause us joy,even when it’s getting dark by four: it’s […]
Almost-Spring
It’s that time of year againwhen, in the horologist’s shop,clocks argue about the correct timeor stopat some haunting hour to hintat lighter morningsand longer days,and long to springforward into bluer skies,greener branches and meadows,and more rainbows. Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2025 Image by Jon Tyson on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Knitting
Casting on with new yarn is not a chore,it’s satisfying to start a new ball once more. Colour, ply and texture always play their part,involving deep thought and searching the heart. The style is important, I must like it toofor my hands to make the perfect gift for you. My fingers are not as nimble […]
While winter writes love notes again
While winter writes love notes,we hunker down in a world of white. Instead of flowers,storms bring ice in fists. Love can be a monster,scribbled poems in the margins of a frozen puddle,or on an uncrushed flower, yearning to burst into constellationsand dance in green shafts of spring again. Kim M. Russell, 14th January 2025 Image […]
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