Earth is a small blue fingernail whose distant seas and undulations spill colour on early spring mornings here in space I conjure in my imagination primroses, daffodils and tulips warming a leafless woodland that still drips with winter thaw space is a colourless formula a soundless, boundless set of laws that keep me orbiting, a […]
A 6 a.m. Aubade
between twisted slats of blind and sleep-encrusted lids bright celandine rays of early morning sun disperse penumbrae in a flutter of feathers no cooing on the telephone wire in the margin above a line of silver birches a single lingering star flirts with the crescent moon birdsong ripples in liquid silence and so the aubade […]
Mirage
mirror of nature shimmering through vernal haze hope for a lost soul Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1185 mirage (miraajuu) Today our classical kigo is mirage (miraajuu), a naturally occurring optical phenomenon in which light rays are bent to produce a displaced image of distant objects or […]
Washing Line Blues
Although it is a sunny day the rotary drier is sad today and drooping on her zimmer frame when she should be spinning in fresh zephyrs of spring. When she’s all pegged out with pillows, and fresh, clean towels that flap and billow, dancing trousers, shirts and sheets, with grass and daisies at her feet, the […]
Tricolour
In the hedgerows on this peaceful morning, the green and yellow backdrop is torn by waxwings. With tricorn head feathers and ‘stand and deliver’ masks, they flourish their plumage and spread wing tips, waxy red to seal their Bohemian spring courtship. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on rspb.org.uk My response to Imaginary Garden with […]
Spring Equinox
a vernal see-saw balancing darkness and light equilibrium Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on stonehengetours.com My response to Carpe Diem #1184 Spring Equinox (Haru Higan) Today Chèvrefeuille has repeated a previous episode which explains the Vernal Equinox or ‘Alban Eilir’ which, for druids and pagans, is one of the most important celebrations of the […]
Bay Leaf Shadows
Our bay tree had to be trimmed back. It’s a sad fact. When we first moved in, almost seventeen years ago, it was a neat little tree, reaching just above my head. I loved it. I still do. But it evolved into a giant that was wrecking the gutter, the roof, the paving stones that […]
Norfolk Sights and Sounds
windmills and flat landscapes coastal curves and seascapes white sails flash on Broads folded fields and sedgy meadows fruit in orchards and in hedgerows wriggling country roads plopping frogs and gurgling shallows trumpeting geese and warbling swallows rumbling tourist boats Norfolk twang and magpie’s cry commingle as the world slips by diminuendo of minor notes […]
Prune
The breeze is chilly, sky a polished azure, melted-butter primroses peep between my roots, a metaphor ripe for plucking. Unlike me, a wizened plum tree who should be in her prime, bearing scented blossom and sweet fruit, time after time. I stand in shadows of resilient birches and willows, slender branches bursting with bud and […]
Hyacinth
Simple hyacinths assembled in a bowl exude sickly breath of Altschmerz and sorrow. In the cleft lattice of a flower head, a liquid pearl trickles down the insidiousness of a fading petal curl, a reminder that mortals become weak and spent, and what firmness and agility once meant to a young boy who let two […]
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