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 […]
Tag: Morning
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 […]
Sunday Morning Inspiration
I get up early while you’re still asleep; avoiding the cats, I creep down the stairs, try not to wake you with my leaden feet, stumble over work boots and into chairs. The bathroom floor’s cold, and the toilet seat, the sink is laced with toothpaste and stray hairs. The cat litter smells and they […]
Morning Ritual
There’s a purr in my ear the moment she hears me stir. She pats my face with an impertinent paw – I know I have ten minutes more until I’m wide awake, but she insists. She licks my ear, kneads my hair until I roll off the mattress edge, push feet into slippers and go […]
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 […]
This Morning
In quickening light, quietude disperses with quisling ghosts of night. Outside the window, quitch grass quivers under quicksilver dew. A curious quirky bird sitting in the willow questions every word of every line I write, a quaint critic of whom I am quite fond. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday […]
6 am
Six o’clock is muted; A few birds mutter tentatively As if morning is disputed, Unsure of their internal clocks Due to the absent Crowing of the neighbour’s cock. The sky is opaque with autumn mist The colour of an old vest. Hanging from the pinch of plastic pegs, Limp washing drips. Silence sizzles. And then, […]
Morning Haiku
My response to Carpe Diem Theme Week (6) 3 The knowledge of Jane In this Theme Week episode Chèvrefeuille has shared an article, “Another Attempt to Define Haiku”, written by Jane Reichhold in 1996. He has asked us to comment on what we have learnt from her and to share haiku and tanka inspired by […]
A Cup of Morning Dew
My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 5th (4) morning glory! the well bucket-entangled, I ask for water © Chiyo-Ni (1703-1775) sweet dew gathered in petals fills my cup and slakes my thirst © Kim M. Russell Image found on Pinterest
Silver Trail of Morning
My response to Carpe Diem #955 morning Image found on www.walkingfortbragg.com silver trail of snail winds its way along the path gilt by morning sun © Kim M. Russell, 2016
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