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 […]

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 […]