leaf-fall
beneath a growing pile
an acorn

among the red, gold and brown
a splash of purple crocus

walking in fog
through the softness of a glove
I feel your hand

footsteps echo together
with the beating of our hearts

in the graveyard
heads of faded flowers droop
frost-muted

crossing the bridges of time
quiet gathering of ghosts

a silver half-moon
pipistrelle bats flicker silently
between the stars

everything is waking up
dancing buds of early spring

spotted woodpecker
cheeky nod of red-capped head
hammering the bark

down the road, drill and hammer
counterpoint a harmony

early morning
a crumpled sheet over fields
blooming with haze

I wake to summer sunrise
stretching with a brand new day

Kim M. Russell, 11^th October 2018

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