there hadn’t been hesitant sleetthat eventually turned to snowheaped like hills on the empty street, it might not have fluttered silently,like luminescent moths outsidethe window, a continued quietude when the flakes ceased gentlyfalling, that might not have been brokenby the boisterous warble of a robin. Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2021 My response to Poets […]
Tag: Robin
Gentle Winter Reminder
Snow has been falling for half an hour and already the garden is covered with white. Slumped by the log store, only the tip of an old sack is visible as I approach, feet firmly in my wellies, one sock creeping down to my toes. The logs are frozen to the touch, landing in the […]
Robin in the Garden
between yellow leaves little beady-eyed head cocked curious robin he flits from hedgerow to tree scanning for a juicy worm tiny tracks in snow leading to a holly bush blush of camouflage an overwintering guest he shelters in flowerpots romancing his mate perched upon a wheelbarrow song-trilling red breast pecking at cherry blossom among yellow […]
Peace Within Day 25
tuneful melody sunset in the cherry tree a small robin glows Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Winter Retreat 2018 Peace Within For Carpe Diem’s Winter Retreat 2018, Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to create a haiku or tanka inspired on the theme of ‘Peace Within’ every day during a period of 30 […]
Reminder
We rise to weak sun in porcelain skies. Blizzards have gathered and frost lies hard under thick white blankets: a landscape of sleeping giants, mountains and steppes. Snow feathers land on a bare black hedge where, Christmas card cute, with sharp black eye and red breast burning against the snow, a robin reminds us that […]
Wintercolour
pigeon on the wire suspended in grey sky days robin flashes red Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-third response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
A Round of Robins
Tucked into a bowl of shallow hills, where icicles hang and chill snow spills over the valley like milk on cornflakes, is a cosy chocolate yule log cabin, home to the guardian of Christmas robins. Stoking a crackling stove with wood, she prepares a feast of woodland food: fat balls, berries, nuts and seeds to […]
Robin Song
On bleak mornings in November, when birdsong is muted and rare, the robin is the only bird that sings throughout the year. In the bleak gloom of winter, more wistful than in spring, a robin’s song is ‘wildly tender’ – Emily Bronte wasn’t wrong. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open […]
Evensong
My response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #81 Trill&Final A trill in twilight Nocturnal robin’s final Song before nightfall © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Christmas morning
Christmas kisses Flutter on your eyes Like snowflakes While you still drift On a waking dream Of shadow and light You’ve left the night And emerge on Christmas morning To a robin’s greeting And deer in the wintry garden © Kim M. Russell, 2015
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