Christmas Honesty

In springtime, at the bottom Of my grandparents’ tiny garden, I would marvel for hours At a crowd of white and purple flowers: Grandad called them Lunaria. Together we would watch As the pretty petals perished, Leaving brown oval parcels. There was always a strong breeze, Blowing and rolling, Peeling back the wrapping To reveal […]

The Last Star

The last star pierces The early morning sky Silvery moonlight Sparkles on fresh snow On the top branches Of a Christmas tree An angel reaches up Plucks the star from the clouds And hangs it on a bough   ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 Just a little seasonal whimsy before I go to Wednesday Bounce and Rhyme […]

Oh Christmas Tree

Oh Christmas Tree Christmas is coming. Outside I see the gaunt trunk and brittle branches of a forgotten Christmas tree, planted in the garden years ago in between the wanton wiry willows, silently clamouring for weak winter light. Instead of                                           tinsel frost glitters instead of                                       baubles icicles tinkle instead of angels tiny birds peck at […]