trodden underfoot jewel-hued leaves have faded berries stole their crown Kim M. Russell, 15th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1781 The Quest for A New Masterpiece Continues: Colourful Autumn This month’s theme, ‘Never Change A Winning Team’, focuses on haiku and today our challenge you to create new haiku masterpieces about ‘Colourful Autumn’.
From mid-autumn until the end of winter, each day begins and ends with night, not morning’s gentle lightening or splinter of tea-time twilight, although sunset still kaleidoscopes in clear October skies. We live from day to day: wake up, rise and read about incessant lies over the rim of a tea or coffee cup. Then […]
She lingers by the lane, in the interregnum of autumn, an exhalation of green, watching glossy crows gather over stubbled fields of faded ochre, sewn delicately with bales and rustling with dragonflies. The end-of-day sun casts a murder of shadows, letters from above, the winged initials of her one true love. Kim M. Russell, 12th […]
I’m a grey squirrel, loveable in my autumn frenzy, gathering sustenance for the coming season. You are content to observe me scampering in gardens and parks, flying from branch to branch, leaping from path to bench, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You laugh as a scurry of clouds devours the sky, grey squirrels nibbling the azure until […]
In the lengthening shadow of summer’s hinterland, leaves are already yellow and their dusty weariness is beginning to show. Counting the days that empty with their falling, tattered and brittle, they know they must go. Kim M. Russell, 29th August 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: Fill The Empty Parts […]
November shivers oaks no longer cling to rust frost is in the air Kim M. Russell, 30th November 2018] My response to Carpe Diem #1556 fleeting autumn (yuku aki) In the final episode of November 2018, in which we have been celebrating the beauty of autumn, we have a classical kigo, ‘fleeting autumn’ (yuku aki), […]
mushrooms not yet that many days of autumn dew a forest of ashen moons sprouting from the earthy mulch pine mushroom with its ragged top it’s like a pine tree snowy spores a prediction early sprinkling of winter glistening dew not spilling from bush clover still it sways the watery weight of dawn in a […]