Stave 3 The snowman’s wish Was to feel the cosy glow; He had fallen in love With the fat-bellied stove And spent the long night With her in his frozen thoughts. In the early morning, There was freezing, creaking, Crunching weather And the cellar window bore The loveliest ice flowers That should fill a snowman […]
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A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
The Snowman continued
Stave 2 Indeed the weather changed: In the early hours of the morning A thick, damp fog ranged; At dawn, there came a light breeze, So icy it brought a freeze And when the sun rose in the sky, Trees and shrubs were covered in rime, Their delicate network A glittering white lacework. A […]
Christmas Honesty
In springtime, at the bottom Of my grandparents’ tiny garden, I would marvel for hours At a crowd of white and purple flowers: Grandad called them Lunaria. Together we would watch As the pretty petals perished, Leaving brown oval parcels. There was always a strong breeze, Blowing and rolling, Peeling back the wrapping To reveal […]
Robin in the Garden
In the early morning Silvery moonlight Frost glitters Ice splitters Like diamonds on a tree Below the branches Pearly flakes drift Deer skitter Birds flitter Below the naked tree Whose spindly boughs Are clad in snow His red breast glows The robin in the garden ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
A new tale from Hans Christian Andersen
The Snowman Stave 1 The snowman was born To the sound of boys’ yells, The clang of sleigh bells, The crack of a whip And the clip Of hooves. Winter was so wondrously cold, It bit life into the snowman And made him creak with joy; He wished he could move, Slide on ice like […]
The Last Star
The last star pierces The early morning sky Silvery moonlight Sparkles on fresh snow On the top branches Of a Christmas tree An angel reaches up Plucks the star from the clouds And hangs it on a bough ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 Just a little seasonal whimsy before I go to Wednesday Bounce and Rhyme […]
Owl Music
An owl crooned me to sleep From the silver birch At the end of the garden A haunting song No doubt a hunting song That echoed in my dreams Took me flying In the night shadows Through tall willows Skimming the river Where stars shiver Voles and mice scatter And night birds chatter All on […]
Caresses
Translation of a poem by Stefan Zweig I love each first anxious caress, Still part question and already part trust, Because after them more hours press, Like pillars into our lives they thrust. They are the scent of the briefest flower’s palpation, A quick glance, a smile, a gentle hand – They crackle like […]
Fingerprints
A tanka prompted by businessinrhyme’s daily verse with purpose Ingrained in ridges Poems are our fingerprints Arches, loops and whorls Ink and creativity Individuality ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
Holly Tree
The holly tree bears berries As red as any blood Adding colour To dark days of Yule Nature’s jagged crown of thorns Silhouetted against the low winter sun Pagan protection From lightning and witches Delineation For farmers’ ditches Burns with passion And fertility Nature’s glossy Christmas tree © Kim M. Russell, 2015
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