softness of warm rain born and bred in sun-filled clouds sprinkling the senses Kim M. Russell, 23rd July 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1708 midsummer rain Today we have another classical kigo to work with and the prompt is ‘midsummer rain’.
trees are still naked memories and sorrow drip raindrop reflections nourished by raindrops new green growth of brave young shoots embracing each day Kim M. Russell, 7th April 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #79 Poetry Archive (4) rain This weekend’s meditation challenge is to dive into our poetry Archives, choose a haiku, […]
bass pinkillu flutes blowing melodies to clouds raindrops bounce on drums Kim M. Russell, 28th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1441 La lluvia (The Rain) The month of May is almost over and we are almost at the end of our journey into the high mountains of the Andes. Today’s inspiration is music […]
We huddled by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. Shoes leaked, Miss Liberty was draped in cloud. Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripped in my ears, American sentences in the rain. Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018 Another poem for this week’s […]
A splash of bluebells floods the shadow tumbled woods, newly soaked with morning scented rain glittering in the early sunshine. Gun-metal sky and silver- bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river, granting a watery wish for crisp chromatic colours, fresh and spring clean. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2018 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
the rainy season hissing on a goldsmith’s fire roar of jaguar Kim M. Russell, 14th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1431 Chavin Culture On our journey into the high mountains of the Andes, we have passed Paron Lake, where we already found out a little bit about today’s theme: the prehistoric Chavin culture, […]
It’s raining dogs and cats all along the east coast, with a cow-quaker warning followed by a goose fair morning. We’re getting soaked with drizzle and bored with all the mizzle. We don’t want a hurly-burly to get us out of bed too early. Why does the sky cry? She hung her grey clouds out […]