After a winter of incessant rain, Fields have turned into floodplains; The village cricket pitch impersonates a lake In which bedraggled crows leave gulls in their wake. The weather has turned cold; An icy wind has taken hold, Stinging cheeks and numbing fingers. Slipping slowly, the weak sun lingers. Into a diluted sunset, birds take […]
Tag: Winter
Winter Has Arrived
Blessed by biting wind The marriage of ice and rain Bites down to the bone Wintry weather has arrived In chilly celebration © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Winter Rising
My response to Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge: a poem on the theme of winter. Early morning frost laced Leaves and grass Bejewelled cobwebs Glittered as we passed Our words hung breathless In the frozen air And then melted away In the early sun’s glare. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
A Winter Haibun
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Heeding Haiku So far the winter in Norfolk has been extraordinarily mild. We already have spring blossom on some trees, daffodils are showing, some are even blooming, and it’s too warm to wear scarf, gloves and hat. We haven’t even lit a fire! I love dressing up in layers of […]
Winter Octet
Skeleton stalks and leaves Litter the ground below the trees Headstone sky heavy and grey Weighs down the metallic winter day Willows weep and wind moans loud Weaving skeins across the cloud A funeral fugue of geese Paints a seasonal masterpiece © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on www.ournorfolk.org.uk
Roots and Anchors
Trees anchored by roots Bend against the winter storm Boats held by anchors Resisting the strength of ropes One is made of the other © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Painting by John Barrell · At Tate Britain · LRB 18 December 2014 http://www.lrb.co.uk
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
Winter Walk with Dogs
Donning winter clothes And abandoning the warmth, We head towards an open space: Crunch of snow, Frozen face, Flakes on eyelashes And numb toes. Only pigeons brave the chill, Flapping ahead On the crest of a hill. Giving chase in a flurry, Steaming with loud Yapping as they scurry, We are surrounded By Christmas and […]
A response to Carpe Diem #877
Winter Willow Wept Winter willow wept Shedding tears of leaves Not a sound was heard ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
Swansong in Winter
White swan’s black dipped beak Trumpets a haunting lament For a lost soulmate Mysterious and ancient Mythological swansong © Kim M. Russell, 2015
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