Despite tender green leavesand a proliferation of flowersthe world is upside down. Hills rise over the sun, abovethem rivers run, bombsand drones darken skies. Blinkered men are intent on killingone another until Earthstops spinning. Why can’t they stopand smell the scent of springpermeating everything? In this spring reversal, innocent civiliansbecome corpses and tragic orphans. Kim […]
Tag: Spring
Cyclorama
Nature creates her own panoramicmural on the inner surface of my mind,and I am immersed in a manicexplosion of life in forest, garden, orchard,overflowing with the language of spring.It is no April Fool’s trick.A tunnel of branches,punctuated with lime green buds,leads me into the wonder of Mother Earth,a cyclorama of birth and rebirth. Kim M. […]
Fresh Etchings
Nature has engraved the woodswith all the signs of spring.She’s left her mark on tiny buds,on blossom and the songbird’s wing.She’s greening trees and hedges,singing as she springs.Nature’s taken drops of sun and signedher name on everything. Kim M. Russell, 24th March 2025 This Monday, I’m hosting over at the dVerse Poets Pub with the […]
Madrigal Muse
A ripple stream flowed steadfastly through snowand came out on the other side of spring,its bubbles lit by sunshine, brightly sparkling. A faithful friend, in winter it was slow,a muse on chilly days while walking;a ripple stream flowed steadfastly through snowand came out on the other side of spring. My lover waits down where the […]
Just a Dint
Spring has dinted winter’s doom – to the delight of wind-blown clouds;little stirs in snow-stricken woods, save fragile webs. Rooks in flocks forge homeward, fresh-snapped twigs in beaks,coal-black and burnished, in branches chattering. Before March gales come galloping, graceful catkins dancebeneath a pale and partly faded, pink half-hearted sun. Kim M. Russell, 23rd February 2024 […]
Walking with Colours
Today it rained.I didn’t go for a walk,not even with my brightblue umbrella.it was too greyafter yesterday. I did the ironing instead;all the dark washing,nothing orange, pink or red,which didn’t help.But then I got thinkingabout yesterday: my neighbour’s daffodilsnodding bright yellowin short gusts,and the primroses’ pale frills,the thrustof golden crocuses, and the early quince blossomlending […]
A Spring Sonnet
Golden spring, you inspire me to write.The way you pierce, renew and burstinvades my thoughts all day and night,weaving itself into lines of verse. I could compare you to a gentle larch.You are more fragrant, forgiving and fresh,though sudden frost may freeze buds in Marchand give me sudden shivers with its caress. How do I […]
Blue Period
As in Pablo Picasso’s depressive art, the long path through a winter dark with anguish, despair and frailty is a spectrum of indigo melancholy: from blue-tinged ice, cobalt and navy to the hopefulness of aquamarine, it echoes our blind faith in the seasons. And then, suddenly, pieces of sky drop to earth in hosts of […]
Spring in Speech Marks
My life has been steeped in chromaticity, punctuated by leaves and buds, but me, I’m still curled up like an apostrophe suspended between seasons. In the green garden, pointillistic blue flowers bloom as a cloud of full stops, and you surprise me like an exclamation mark, true to your pink gregariousness, bringing light and heat […]
Sounding Out Spring
Vowels ploughed into other: opened ground.The mildest February for twenty yearsIs mist bands over furrows, a deep no soundVulnerable to distant gargling tractors. Seamus Heaney In the north, the Ploughis ridden by the moonand frost continuesto clench the earth.Early morning walkingwakens words,enlivens lines from puffsof frozen breath,vowels ploughed into other: opened ground. Punctuated by stoneand root, […]
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