Summer hangs Tart apples on turning trees, Spinning into autumn, Disrobing leaves, Motley patchworks Of ochre and russet, Morning mist and muted Shades of sunset. Fanned by the wind With a kiss and a sigh, A mantle of fire, Then they fall and fly. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #15 […]
Tag: Autumn
Autumn on the Horizon
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – August 20, 2016 I hadn’t heard of the poet Julia Spicher Kasdorf and will be looking for more of her work after reading today’s prompt poem: Landscape with Desire Next month maples along this lake will rage orange and scarlet. Firs we barely discern on that […]
An Autumn Murder
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #121 In autumn, when he came calling, leaves turning, fires burning, tendrils of mist were curling, leaves were falling. In autumn, in the forest dark, his black art ate her heart, ripped her gentle limbs apart, left the devil’s mark. In autumn, he ripped off […]
Tree of Life
My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 9th “autumn leaves turn red” by Georgia (a.k.a. Bastet) a dream in a dream sand slipping through old fingers autumn leaves turn red © Georgia naïve green garments of youth become rich robes of wisdom © Kim M. Russell […]
Sad Season
Gusts of wind in my face, Tears of rain on my hair, Mist lingers on the river, Wood-smoke hangs in the air, A bitter-sweet season That smells of despair. I sit by the riverbank Where the trees turn to rust, Through tangles of grass Bony weeds thrust: Seasonal refugees, Gold turns to dust.
The Smell of Autumn
How does one describe The smell of mulch Soil and undergrowth The stinging scent of nettles The essence of falling leaves? Earthy Ripe and mellow Orange and yellow Abundant Pungent Autumnal
Trees are Aflame
Ignited by autumn Trees burst into flame; Leaves turn shades of ochre, Rose, russet and copper. Through the early morning Greyness of fog and mist Trees and shrubs are burning, As if they have been kissed By the rising sun.
A mid-week tanka
Broken Leaf flapping on twig, Limp as from a broken wrist, Waves a last goodbye To the colours of autumn Before winter’s chilly blast
I said I wouldn’t write another autumn poem…
but here’s one anyway. Equinox Autumn equinox is here, Unsettling leaves And sending shivers Through the air. Beech and ash are turning now And fields are furrowed by the plough. Startled from its nest of grass, A hare lopes away as walkers pass. In early evening’s gold and mottled light Of low rays warning of […]
A Friday Tanka
Yesterday I had a walk around our garden and noticed that the gnarled old quince tree has once again borne fruit – I just can’t reach it as it is hanging from the very top branches of the tree! The quince resembles a large bright yellow lumpy pear. It originally came from the Middle East and […]
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