Nula had been disappearing into the night regularly since the miscarriage. He reassured her that everything was going to be fine, but the sleepwalking hadn’t stopped. He was going to find out where she went. Euan gave her a head start, pretending he was asleep, and he just remembered to grab her thick coat and […]
sun scorches catkins an extraordinary bronze jauntily gleaming Kim M. Russell, 17th March 2019 My response to Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019: The Joy of Light In a new retreat, we have a period of 30 days to create haiku and tanka on the theme of The Joy Of Light.
Osier wands planted in November are almost trees. Now’s the time when we remember to pluck a switch or three of willow, white with soft, sleek buds, gold with catkins, sweet temptation to hungry humming bees, still drowsy and crawling from their winter sleep. Kim M. Russell, 6th March 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
(to be read from the roots up) into a fresh spring breeze. pump pollen and on bare branches wriggle will catkins and new green leaves Soon roots and shoots. branches, slender resilient and stubborn spread storm, by a over bowled toppled, having trunks, Crumbling Kim M. Russell, 2017 Jennifer Vranes – “New Beginnings” My response […]
Yesterday we drove the short distance to the North Norfolk coast for a brisk Sunday walk. On the way, we saw clear signs that spring is already here, with trees and hedges already blossoming. What made me jump up and down in the passenger seat and point like a child were the catkins. When I […]
My response to the secret keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #18 Nature could not wait To meet the early catkins To tear winter’s shroud Cease its chill lamentations Accept spring’s burst of blossom © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk