Violets, forget-me-nots and pear-drop pink honeysuckle burst at the first hint of heat, spattering garden and street with sunshine. Somewhere, a blackbird sings solo and pearl-edged butterflies weave in and out of flowers flouncing their colours, true to nature’s word. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Truth This […]
climbing nature’s stairs step by step with each calm breath green meditation Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1254 stairs of nature Today’s image was taken somewhere in Portugal by someone named Jan and Chèvrefeuille says he found it on Tumblr.
taste of nature– sweet blackberry bushes sing to child and bees © Sara McNulty tart emeralds turn to jet glittering in the hedgerow Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month 2017 #11 taste of nature (Sara McNulty) Today’s ‘hokku’ has been created by one our […]
beautiful bonsai sculpted by an artist’s hands nothing of their touch just a tiny trace of dew or could it be a teardrop? Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1156 Bonsai, the Japanese Tree-scaping Art In another episode about Japanese art forms, Chèvrefeuille has given us some interesting […]
trees cast blue patterns against a blank sheet of snow nature’s own haiku Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Photos Public Domain Day ten of Carpe Diem’s Spring Retreat 2017 fragile beauty Chèvrefeuille has welcomed us to the Spring Retreat 2017. Last year we had two retreats: one in summer and one in winter. This year […]
blackbirds are crooning backed by rumbling of ravens and woodpecker’s drum nature’s musicians perform a concert to welcome spring Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem honors Jane Reichhold (1937-2017) B.) musical chord (tanka) In the second episode of this special Theme Week, in which we celebrate what would have been Jane Reichhold’s […]
My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Cave – #writephoto The way led down an old green lane, Into the woods and back again, A weed-riddled path quite overhung With heavy foliage that swung Across the crumbling hillside. Returning ravens overhead, Ill-omened messengers of the dead, Croaked a raucous resounding knell, Gurgled like […]