The sky above the fields is patched with clouds; the pale and wild blue yonder gapes through ragged holes, wrestling with purple mist to peep, making promises it may never keep. All the while, the green hill’s spine is stretched out on the far horizon, where it meets with heaven smiling at the steadfast grass […]
Tag: Wind
January 2018
For the first time I ignore the wind whistling a haunting incidental down the chimney: Change the tune. You don’t scare me. I am shielded more by word and rhyme the more you blow at me to fear […]
Sacred Sanctuary
wind in cedars cadres of spirits play chimes do not be scared Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1277 Sacred Sanctuary (by Peter Crowley) In a new episode of this month’s celebration, today we have a musical composition by Peter Crowley. He calls his music ‘epic Asian adventure music’; Chèvrefeuille says it […]
Cool Breeze
captured by a fan a cooling breeze on her face flirtatious geisha Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1225 cool, cool evening, cool wind (Suzushi,Ryofu) Today we have a classical kigo for summer: cool, cool evening, cool wind (Suzushi,Ryofu).
Cherry Breeze
blown on a spring breeze sweet ephemeral blossom Sakura Mochi Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1190 spring wind (supuringu waindo) The classical spring kigo for today is ‘spring wind’. Chèvrefeuille says that the Japanese become anxious when the spring breeze or wind scatters the fragile blossoms. On the other hand, the […]
Bluster
Spring arrives in starts and stops, a dripping tap melting winter, forming puddles, filling rivers. In the monochrome of dawn and dusk, silhouettes drip and drop, ink drawings sliding off umbrellas as a sudden blustery wind turns treetops into a roaring sea. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – Anja Bührer My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo […]
Ardour of the Wind
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond Song That Luc Bat A brisk breeze blew clouds aside Revealed an expanse of wide Delicate China blue Waking trees from hibernation Celebrating creation In a brief spring flirtation Coy daffodils struggled Against the ardour of the wind © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Nonet
My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #20 The wintry wind speaks in breathy tongues Echoes of words from foreign climes Fights with trees to pass the time Tangling shadows and light Embracing a free And floating kite Starts a slow Mournful Dance © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.freeimages.com
This poem should be read with one breath
Under the breath of the wind Under the breath of the wind Is the echo of a heartbeat The first cry of a newborn child The whisper of bare feet The gnawing growl of hunger Creak of fist in leather glove Wasted wishes on stars Empty promises of love
writing in north norfolk 