bashful branches hide bare behind a shroud of mist cold comfort © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem #1069 leafless trees This is the last episode of our tribute to Jane month, which concludes with the last modern kigo of winter from Jane’s “A Dictionary of Haiku”. Today ‘leafless trees’ is the prompt, for […]
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Ogham
My response to Carpe Diem #1008 Ogham sign language from trees dark secrets and mysteries carved on bones and stones © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.historytoday.com
The Beauty of Trees
My response to the eco poetry prompt at dVerse poets pub There is great satisfaction In watching a tree grow over a lifetime; to know That someone in the future will sit under the same tree Look up at the delicate […]
Garden Geometry
There are triangles in the bare branches of trees deconstruction in the garden geometric angles in the tangles of winter smoothed only by arcs of light tracing ghostly foliage smoothing the edges of day with rays from a circular sun © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on http://www.vangogh.net
Overgrown Garden
My response to Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #23 finding the divine in the common – a deeper spiritual meaning Through tangled branches Of the overgrown garden Patch of sky breaks through ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
Day 4 of the 5 day photo story challenge.
Light Filters We say light filters Through leaves and branches of trees. But is it the trees That filter light through their green Canopies of foliage? © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Reminder of the Challenge Guidelines: Post a picture each day for five consecutive days. Attach a story to your image. Can be fiction […]
The Wisdom of Trees
Inspired by the reflections of Hermann Hesse Trees are potent preachers, growing together In woods and copses or standing solitary. The world rustles in tree tops And their roots reach to infinity. Nothing is holier or as perfect, As a handsome, robust tree. A felled tree reveals its naked wounds, A story told in […]
Copper Beech Etched in the Garden
The last poem of today was developed from a poem posted here on 9th October. Copper Beech Etched in the Garden A handsome beech Stole under the hedgerow Etched itself furtively Into a space ~ Grew slender limbs And hardy roots Raised itself and threw A delicate lace ~ Of burnished leaves Up to the […]
Trees are Aflame
Ignited by autumn Trees burst into flame; Leaves turn shades of ochre, Rose, russet and copper. Through the early morning Greyness of fog and mist Trees and shrubs are burning, As if they have been kissed By the rising sun.
Another wet Norfolk day
Did I mention it was raining this morning? The sky is grubby, not a patch of blue, raindrops drip from every leaf in a garden full of trees, shrubs and bushes, not to mention the grass, and Tosca has gone outside for the first time since we took her to the vet on Friday. She […]
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