My haibun in response to Carpe Diem Special #207 Sara McNulty’s third “taste of nature” The trellis is already straining under a mass of tangled honeysuckle bines, dotted with pink buds and one or two early flowers. This particular plant blooms twice: once in spring and again in the summer. It grows beside a mature […]
Tag: Nature
Soundtrack to a Sunday in Spring
My response to imaginary garden with real toads April Poetry Month – Day 4 – “Nature Poetry” Sunshine caresses buds, blesses a blackbird perched on a branch of awakening willow, jerking and jinking. Beyond the gate, boats on the river are bobbing and chinking. An undertone, the distant thrum of a Sunday mower has begun. […]
Motley Nature
My response to Carpe Diem #938 Iris leaves nature embroiders new colours in the landscape motley tapestry © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Paradox
My response to Carpe Diem #936 Forest man-made piano ebony and ivory music of nature © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on footage.framepool.com
Overwintering
Curled conker-like A protective whorl of prickly spines The half-grown hedgehog froze A tiny statue in the confines Of the garden Amongst withered hydrangea and rose Safely out of reach Hiding its fear It must have foraged well To be outside So late in the year Perhaps it found a kind soul Who fed it […]
The Forgiveness of Nature
In metallic forests Of the industrial hinterland Foul stacks loom And belch blue flares, Orange aureoles radiate From steel spires, Stinking clouds mushroom From smoking fires In the poisonous laboratories Of environmental Armageddon. When the chemical onslaught is over, Factories and chimneys will disappear. Nature will return, filling the hollows Formed by mining year on […]
Nature’s Finery
Fiery autumn tints Have been extinguished By the storm, Slipping into winter In its decaying form. But in amongst the hedgerows And branches of the trees Hawthorn, holly and rose hips glow, A burst of sunset colours – Nature’s finery. © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Law of Nature
Across the garden Yards from the house A tiny bright-eyed field mouse Reaches Repeatedly For the last few berries Hanging low from the hedge Throwing caution To the chilly winter wind It inches Upwards Branches shaking Berries bouncing Speckled wings flurry Quick beak is blurry And the berries are gone
More of the Happisburgh story
On the Brink of Nature Once separated From the sea by a parish Long ago abraded, A village clings to the brink Of sandy layer-cake cliffs. The coastline crumbles And slumps Towards the sea, Worried by waves That weave sea-tangle With beach debris: Severed heads of conduits, Limbs of sea defences, Rubble and concrete Replaced […]
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