Morning

Since I retired and as I get older, I find I need less sleep. I frequently wake around three, four or five o’clock, unable to return to the dark cocoon that enveloped me so cosily when I was younger.  When the cats chirrup from the bedroom door, I no longer turn over and burrow back […]

Morning

Light like fresh linen breezes into morning, pours its luminescence through lacy blinds and splashes sparkles on a sleep-creased face. It’s a dawn blessing, a tea and toast embrace, and a kiss goodbye to night. Kim M. Russell, 7th July 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! also linked to Poets United […]

Morning Shivers

Winter’s at its lowest ebb, with branches bare against low skies and frost crisp at the river’s edge. Dawn carves grooves into the ice formed on the garden pond, where grass seeds are petrified into brittle frozen fronds. Early morning has been captured in a sparkling silver sculpture. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to […]

Morning Breeze

willow branches bounce in a flurry of spring air and morning gladness whispering to daffodils ‘Raise your faces to the sun!’ Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1177 Theme Week Hafiz (3) morning breeze Today Chèvrefeuille has shared another poem by Hafiz, taken from Drunk on the Wind of the Beloved and […]