Your cool breezeis a breaththat lifts my hair, kisses my ear. I’m the only onewho’ll hear your voicein the thundering silenceof this April dawn. Everyone else is asleep,deaf to the poemthat hums in my head,thrums like a guitar string. I interpret your Morse codeof raindrops, transcribeyour windy whisper into words, recording our early morning conversation. […]
Tag: Early morning
Happiness in a Tea Cup
Fingers of light stroke the dew-soaked grass, sparkle in the dew, flicker through the willow; I raise the window blind and let them in. On my lap there’s a warm cat, in my hand my favourite cup of tea to sip. All around me calm and quiet – a poem blooms. Kim M. Russell, 17th […]
Early Morning Snow
I wake from a sleepless night To a noiseless chill No cockerel crow from across the field No pigeon coo from the window sill Everything is silvery still Where yesterday was green With signs of spring This morning Everything Is veiled with white The pillow of the sky Torn by silent birds’ flight And the […]
An early morning poem
Morning Unfolds It’s half past six And through black shadows And silhouettes of willows A patch of sky unfolds Like Italian marbled paper In purples and blues Early morning hues Wrapped around the gift Of a new day
writing in north norfolk 