winter a fresh whitepage on the groundleaves are stilllingering lingeringleaves are stillon the ground pagea fresh white winter Kim M. Russell, 30th November 2023 Image by Andrew Ridley on Unsplash Today at the dVerse Poets Pub we are Meeting the Bar with Laura, who reminds us that we are ‘at the very end of November […]
Tag: Winter
Just a Little Longer
With lips of frozen berries I blow a kiss to barren fields and hills, waving brittle leaves still gripped by my twiggy fingers gloved in mist. Just a little longer, I promise. My woody hollows agape, I watch the skies with moss-sculpted eyes adoring ice and snow while you search hedgerows for signs of spring. […]
Another poem published on Spillwords
I’m delighted to have another poem on Spillwords today.
A Cup of Winter Tea
Steaming cup in hand, I shiver outdoorsas the moon freezesin a cloud of mist and sequin starsnot even northern breezescan penetrate the chill from Earth to MarsI know that under the snowplants sprout and bulbs are ready to unfoldand the tea I made half an hour agois stone cold Kim M. Russell, 20th January 2021 […]
Autumn and Winter Duet
a last leaf swirls on the wind towards the east – first snow falls gently Chèvrefeuille the seasons dance a duet until everything is white Kim M. Russell, 6th February 2020 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Wednesday #12: a last leaf This Tan Renga Wednesday, our challenge is to complete a haiku from […]
Rings
shiny silver ring encompasses boundless love a winter wedding Kim M. Russell, 23rd January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1802 New Beginnings: without beginning Today’s prompt first appears to be a bit of an enigma or dilemma. It’s related to the (wedding) ring or circle. The circle is one of the most important symbols […]
Gentle Winter Reminder
Snow has been falling for half an hour and already the garden is covered with white. Slumped by the log store, only the tip of an old sack is visible as I approach, feet firmly in my wellies, one sock creeping down to my toes. The logs are frozen to the touch, landing in the […]
Winter Knitting
Mornings are for writing any time of year; early light and birdsong inspire images and words. But on winter evenings, when chilly draughts catch me unawares, knitting needles and a ball of brightly coloured yarn keep me cheered and warm. Their gentle click is comforting and I enjoy the counting of stitches and rows that […]
Woken by Birdsong
This morning I was woken by the sound of birdsong, a faint and distant tiny tin whistle of a song, as I lay in the cosy comfort of my warm bed and contemplated getting up and whistling along. Pulling a woolly sweater over my tousled head, I stepped outside, where a two-toned light began to […]
Black Forest
white snow fades to grey night smothers remains of day in black forest pines Kim M. Russell, 31st January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1596 Black Forest In the final episode of January 2019, in which we have explored classical and modern kigo (season words) for winter, we I have a modern kigo taken […]
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