Somewhere in the countryside, a raucous cockerel crows, roused and astonished by rose- gold kisses that burnish the sky; they set the frazzled foliage on fire, untie twisted tendrils of rising mist to offer up the magical gift of a morning in late summer. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2022 Linda is our host for […]
Tag: Morning
Billie on a Sunday Morning
It’s a quarter past six on a Sunday morning. October darkness sits heavy as a blanket, waiting for first light to gently lift it. Strains of Billie curl into a hug like raspberry flavoured steam from my mug of tea. The cats have been fed, husband is tucked up in bed, I’m alone with Billie, […]
Morningsong
Morning breaks slowly; in the emerging light, robins and blackbirds rehearse their words, tuning up quietly before they release their songs like raindrops into the stream of morning birdsong to seep into my dream. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform Poems in April Day 30: […]
April Morning
The morning’s dust-tongued with short-lived frost and seabirds moon-blown from the coast compete with bell-voiced wood pigeons. These early muffle-toed strolls are full of promise: spring winds roar in a leaf-foamed coppice and all the quiet moments in between, while hare-heeled boots touch damp earth with a kiss. No dark-vowelled dreams could have predicted this […]
The Joy of Light 4
a flash of sunlight brushes a pigeon’s feathers morning has broken Kim M. Russell, 19th 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.
Pacific Beach
gulls duet with waves a beach fire’s ashes sizzle in the morning rain Kim M. Russell, 13th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1565 Pacific Beach, San Diego I’ve returned from grandmother duties at my daughter’s house to pick up where I left off on the haiku journey along the Pan American Highway and […]
November Dawn
Morning creeps on feline feet gentle and velvety dark, clambers over the garden gate and lands in dewy grass. She dances in between the trees, her light translucent glass, leaving dewy diamonds wherever her feet pass. Kim M. Russell, 29th November 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Morning Poem Sumana asks us to […]
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 […]
Moment in a Dew Drop
At this moment, quiet morning is pouring a glow of orange sunlight into the garden, placing a drop of dew on every blade of grass; a fluid moment at the start of a new day. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Write Here. Write Now. Paul says that […]
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