Through the window I can seeand hearmy corkscrew willow tree;it whispersancient storieson a blossom-scented breeze,but secretsgathered in its rootsare only ever sharedbetween the writer and her muse. Kim M. Russell, 7th April 2021 My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #64: Beloved Companions Rosemary is hosting today and sharing a photograph of […]
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Frost Whispering
There are many things that I love about autumn: the kaleidoscope of ruby, amber and citrine foliage; the pungent smell of undergrowth and damp soil; mysterious mist and fog; and the first early morning frost sketching cobwebs and snail trails with its silver touch. Fresh frost is silent until I listen closer – and hear […]
Horse Whispering
dismissing a cloud of urgent flies with tall flick and a twitching ear beating heart of rib-caged fear is broken with a whisper Kim M. Russell, 2016 Summer North Wind – Cutting Boards Tempered Glass Another response to imaginary garden with real toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Carol Law Conklin Batik Artist In this […]
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