Winter's Hush by Kristina Woodhill Set aside the Christmas rush Dim your lights to low Step into the winter'Â’s hush Blanketed by snow Inhale crisp, cold, peaceful air Watch the birds flit by Cheerful though the trees are bare They know where ripe seeds lie Our corn stalks stand, salute the sun For summer'Â’s hot, rich earth Unpicked dried corn we partly husk And leave for pheasants'Â’ search Starlings swarm from neighbors'Â’ trees No bugs to swoop and snatch They find my husband'Â’s old wheat field As one they land and scratch In formal black and white attire Atop the compost pile The magpies hop and strut their stuff And gossip all the while The black-capped juncos make me smile Those busy feathered puffs Their beaks pick through our shredded straw White snow now flecked with buff This busy peaceful world outside This purpose quiet yet firm This winter'Â’s hush With sunset'Â’s blush Back drop for flying geese And ducks Fills up my heart – a natural rush In backyard Idaho 12/21/2005 Posted on 02/01/2006 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/01/06 at 05:42 AM A refreshing scene amid winter's bleaker colours. Gotta love the birds, too! Nice work. Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/01/06 at 03:02 PM Perhaps I want to sit beside the magpies and listen to what they're saying... (No...I want to crawl inside the hush of winter, more...) § very nice § Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/04/06 at 08:55 PM Love the strong reminders here of a winter's drive out in the country. Brings back a flood of my own memories...thanks for that. :o) Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 01/09/07 at 08:39 PM What a lovely write...nicely done:) Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)