Our coven is gathering in the forest, where trees are already bare, although holly bushes are covered with berries, and an abundance of mushrooms sprouts among trees. Samhain was well-attended, but at this gathering we’re welcoming a greater number of neophytes than previously. My teenage daughter, Stella, accompanies me, although a neophyte she is not. […]
Tag: Robert Frost
Not Lost
We’re not lost in the woods,just walkingamong trunks and tortuous branches,where the trees’ chill breath gentlesyoung buds, leaf mulch and bark. We are surroundedby ancient guardiansand greening lungs of the earth. Pale light streamsthrough leafless canopyso dense there is no night or day,only twilight, our waylit by bright white starsof wood anemones,playing hide and seek between […]
The Road to Norfolk
Where would we beif I hadn’t driven the road to Norfolk,to our little cottage by the sea? You might not have left,gone to live with your father,leaving me bereft. You might not have takenyour own long road of experience,acquired a faithful canine. You might not have metthe man who became your partner,friend, lover, father to […]
Night Sounds
Above the garden, diamond sparkles fill the sky and the moon is a thin slice of lemon light. An owl floats, a slow ghost fading into shadows. Even the breeze is soundless. I’m beginning to feel that I’m alone on this planet, when far away an interrupted cry causes a rip in the silence – […]
If I hadn’t written that poem
‘The world is never the same once a [good] poem has been added to it’. Dylan Thomas If I hadn’t looked up to search the heavens, would my soul ever have been soothed? I waited patiently for shooting stars to zip across the deepest, darkest winter sky – but the clouds were dense, obscured the […]
Slow as an Autumn Morning
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 […]
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