After reading Jane Dougherty’s pearl of a poem this morning, I thought I’d give a circular poem a try as my response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #28! Arriving on winter’s tail feathers, Weather’s cool but sunny; Funny how the sun seems so bright. Light mornings draw me from my sleep; Deep dreams […]
Tag: Morning
Morning Song
My shadorma in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – The ‘Aware’ dew glistens silently on grass quiet breeze stroking trees blackbird’s silver song cascades morning has broken © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.theguardian.com
Glorious Morning
My response to Carpe Diem Special #201 Basho’s disciples: Morikawa Kyoroku’s ‘morning glories’ early rays of sun unravel grey morning mist frost begins to thaw * early rays of sun outline shadows with silver dew drips from branches * early rays of sun trace peaceful looping river heron dips its head * © Kim M. […]
Christmas morning
Christmas kisses Flutter on your eyes Like snowflakes While you still drift On a waking dream Of shadow and light You’ve left the night And emerge on Christmas morning To a robin’s greeting And deer in the wintry garden © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Monochrome of Morning
Monochrome of morning Winter’s wistful tones Grey and black of darkness White of ice and bones A colour-wash of sunrise A flash of robin’s red A splash of holly berries Birdsong overhead Embellishments to The monochrome of morning © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Morning Star and Moon
Early morning star Orbiting the crescent moon Silver seduction © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Unbidden Itchiness of the Mind
Murky morning brings furtive sparks, Unbidden itchiness of the mind, Blurry notions niggle in the dark, Wrangling about rhyme, Wrestling to escape Before the stanza Collapses. Once, As the sun rose, I tried to tie Its rich ribbons Into knots and bows Of orderly imagery – Tangling knots gagged me, Reduced Aurora into A single […]
Chiming in a Wintry Sunday
A silvery secret melody Of sleet on silence Stirs me From my sleep In morning’s murk Rain crystallises Tunefully Into minuscule bells Blown in On an Arctic blast Chiming in a wintry Sunday © Kim M. Russell, 2015
This poem is heartfelt – when we finally get a frost I’ll add an image
A Frosty Morning I love a frosty morning Landscapes look sublime Cobwebs glittering Skin stings Footsteps ring Resonating Blackbirds sing Leaves crunch Frozen soil creaks Senses sharpened As the world Wakes
I’ve got those Monday morning blues
Darkness and Chills It’s chilly Now that summer is gone There is a sharp edge That cuts away sunshine From the monochrome Photograph of a day Surrounded by Permanent penumbrae Night seems endless Morning meaningless Deafening darkness Seeps into my bones It’s chilly
writing in north norfolk 