The contour of an old silver birch is broken by a wood- pecker cocking his red-capped headand hammering holes,catkins ripplingin the wind,insect bores, clinging strands of ivy,bulbous fissures,thick bark, ledges cushioned with moss and lichen,sprouting fungi.Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2024 It’s Monday, Aril Fools Day and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lisa is hosting […]
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Silver Birch
As the last ice age receded, birches set roots in stony ground, pioneers, trees of beginnings, the first in the Ogham alphabet. At Samhain, birch twigs drive out spirits of the old year, and here, at the end of the garden, my goddess grows, silver bark shining in sunlight and shimmering in moonlight, standing tall, […]
Secrets
glimmering birch bark soul exposed on silver limbs longing for new leaves secrets wrapped in tender buds to be whispered on a breeze Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman ~ The Tree Sisters Sherry tells us that there is a women’s movement rising all […]
Pollarded
pale birch trunks once stark winter skeletons shimmer in the light – leaves flame in gold and green blazing through dappled shade Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem’s Writing and Enjoying Haiku #2 no rules I missed the first episode of the new feature for the ‘weekend-meditation’, which Chèvrefeuille started two weeks […]
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