Air and leaves are not yet crisp but dampened by drizzle. Still waiting for blustery autumnal air, the forest glimmers and jostles with lichens and leafy colour, glossy conkers, russet apples, bright red hips and haws: a fine October banquet for birds and squirrels. Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
It’s a quarter past six on a Sunday morning. October darkness sits heavy as a blanket, waiting for first light to gently lift it. Strains of Billie curl into a hug like raspberry flavoured steam from my mug of tea. The cats have been fed, husband is tucked up in bed, I’m alone with Billie, […]
until their leaves fall trees smoulder with poetry ignited by words Kim M. Russell, 3rd October 2019 A micro poem for National Poetry Day in the UK, also linked to dVerse Poets Open Link Night I’m not sure if this is a haiku or a senryu.
I look out on a bright October day, bewitched by wanton sun and shadow-play. The blush of autumn spreads its leafy hues and drips its blood in scarlet vesicles. Horse-chestnuts, heavy-laden, start to rust, their tumbled conkers lying in the dust; with spiny shells, some squashed and some half-split, they wink the brown eye of […]
Some of the windfalls have been collected and piled on a plastic garden chair. There are no signs of wild-life bites or nibbles, and only one green apple among them. They blush with October colours and scent. Among them, one is more than half russet, almost bronze, a bruised rogue among the beauties. It must […]
hydrangea petals dappled with October rust moldering gently Kim M. Russell, 2017 My third response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
October ripens falling leaves and calling crows counted one by one Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1272 October (Robert Frost) Today’s retro-feature is ‘CD-distillation’, in which we create haiku or tanka that captures the essence of a longer poem, the same poem Chèvrefeuille chose for CDHK’s first anniversary month in October […]