December moon had reached its height, everything was bleached of hue, lending fields a spectral light tinged with frosty blue. Everything was bleached of hue except for silent shadows tinged with frosty blue like moths gathering at windows. Except for silent shadows, all of nature shivered like moths gathering at windows, and icicles on branches […]
Tag: Moon
Dewy Mushrooms
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 […]
Autumn Moon
moon in the window distorted by drops of rain empty chestnut shell Kim M. Russell, 5th November 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1538 autumn moon (crossroads) Today we have a few autumn moon haiku to work with and the challenge is to create a ‘fusion’ haiku: the moon in the water; broken and broken […]
Releasing the Moon
bright fall day the brook wanders off its shimmer lingers in the rotting rags of leaves […]
Caged Moon (a septet)
Willows, the anchors of life, felted with silvery grey, captured the moon and his wife in a basket canopy, where daddy longlegs rattle and candle flies do battle: at the end of a hot day. Kim M. Russell, 19th July 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Septets This Thursday, Frank Hubeny […]
Rubai of Light
The moon is a balloon that fills the night which bursts with stars and constellations bright, reminding late night lovers of the dawn whose fingers shatter dreams with early light. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Variations on the Rubaiyat This week our host for Meeting the Bar […]
A Charmless Full Moon
The trees were silent on that windless full-moon night, no charm to guard a newborn, just misty frippery frosting the branches. No bats or owls will fly when faeries clutter up the sky, dancing with souls, adept at stealing human children and avoiding confrontation. Let the moon shine on ‘til morning while I lullaby my […]
