sweet reflections willow in a crystal brook infused with jasmine sweet reflections leaves stirred by the ebb and flow drifting memories willow in a crystal brook its branches bent and dripping the weight of water infused with jasmine green leaves and shadows shimmer merging with time Kim M. Russell, 14th October 2018 My response to […]
Willows, the anchors of life, felted with silvery grey, captured the moon and his wife in a basket canopy, where daddy longlegs rattle and candle flies do battle: at the end of a hot day. Kim M. Russell, 19th July 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Septets This Thursday, Frank Hubeny […]
beneath a willow breeze-blown shadows elongate a pattern of leaves Kim M. Russell, 14th June 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1452 cool (suzushi) Another classical summer kigo: cool (suzushi)m which is normally used as a kigo for the summer evening in Japan.
under the willow grass tickling between bare toes leaf shadows dance Kim M. Russell, 4th June 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1445 cooling on the porch (hashi-i) It’s June and we are exploring classical kigo of summer (and winter). Today’s classical kigo is ‘cooling on the porch’ (hashi-i). We have a front porch, an […]
past a clump of daffodils, wild and self-willed, tangled in the tall grass where the bindweed grows. In corkscrew branches, a sunlit wood pigeon mutters a throaty warning for pilgrims to this place of Salix magic where Nature is budding green curtains of respectability to replace her tattered rags of dignity. Kim M. Russell, 3rd […]
no longer weeping ivy is the only green on the willow tree 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 […]
In the glaucous state of becoming, she recalled the words she was singing in her dream: ‘Willow weep for me’. Her hair was delicate branches, her thoughts rain-scented leaves. She had been warned not to cry beneath a willow. Now it clasped her in an everlasting embrace and the grooves in its trunk traced the lines […]