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Autumn Architecture

by Kristina Woodhill

Some things are built or sewn fine like a quilt
to endure, to be worn, to snug under.
The pigs took their chances with straw, sticks
and bricks which
the wolf blew his best to strew sunder.

Some architects draft with a spark for their craft
that belies any walls seen before;
Bubbles by Lovag, the Thin House in London,
or Frank's Falling Water and more.

The Kettle House might be the hottest and just right
to fill up your cold cup of tea,
and don't forget Log Mahal's grandeur
or Dar Al Hajar's so stark majesty.

But closer to home where the little tykes roam
they have blankets thrown over a tub;
or a few boards will do for a fort, add a hole,
to peek out at the monsters above.

And just when their summer's fun starts to turn glum
and the cold shivers leaves all around,
they'll see pumpkins start grinning and run to begin
the best building project in town.

No level is needed to stock pile dried leaves
into huge crunching giggling mounds.
Young architects rush to build up, then to crush,
a recycle play world surround.

Blow, wind wolf, blow!
Bring Jack Frost near.
Blow, wind wolf, blow!
Bring fall leaves here.

10/24/2008

Author's Note: edit

Posted on 10/24/2008
Copyright © 2023 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/24/08 at 04:57 PM

... well done!!!

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/24/08 at 05:03 PM

This has got to be the most well-crafted poem I've read in ages!!! The imagery is just perfect, and I ADORE the idea that the wolf's blowing helps call Jack Frost into play!!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/24/08 at 05:04 PM

Thanks for bringing back fond memories of literally swimming in leaves as a kid Kristina. Imagination put to good use also!

Posted by George Hoerner on 10/24/08 at 05:11 PM

Leaf raking used to be my job and you bring it back to life so well.

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 10/24/08 at 07:54 PM

little man is eagerly watching the tall oaks and hickories as the leaves slowly turn from green to gold and red, huge piles for jumping and hiding in dance through his head. lovely poem, thanks for sharing.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/25/08 at 03:11 AM

The trees around our house have dropsy all year long. Good poem Kris....CharMin

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/25/08 at 04:34 AM

Our property is like a cemetary for leaves, it would seem. Loved this and the warmth of the imagery in it.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 10/26/08 at 03:47 AM

I didn't recognize the references in stanzas 2 and 3, but the rest hit home like the soft pungency of fallen leaves! I love the incantation of the final stanza.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/26/08 at 11:31 PM

Lovely Autumn anthem! Adds much to the season. Great write, thanks.

Posted by Scott Utley on 10/27/08 at 08:36 PM

Ms. Woodhill - This jewel is a perfect anecdote to the schemes and travesties that lurk - or so it seems - in every corner of this world I chance to sneak a peek. Although this too shall pass, after all, when has not the faithful man triumphed? This gift is especially portentous of a cherry ride through cyberspace because it not only challenges ego driven, intellectually insecure hysterics (ouch! harsh!) such as I/myself/me?, but even a little tiny itsy bitsy baby can enjoy this Halloween snack. (This took me about ten minutes to write and it still blows - I must really love you and your work. I do. Yes I do. Yes I does.) Ms. Woodhill - This jewel is a perfect anecdote to the schemes and travesties that lurk - or so it seems - in every corner of this world I chance to sneak a peek. Although this too shall pass, after all, when has not the faithful man triumphed? This gift is especially portentious of a cherry ride through cyberspace because it not only challenges ego driven, intellectually insecure hysterics (ouch! harsh!) such as I, but even a little tiny itsy bitsy baby can enjoy this Halloween snack. (this took me about ten minutes to write and it still blows - I must really love you and your work. I do. Yes I do. Yes I does.)

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/28/08 at 11:43 PM

Wonderfully warm and cheery. The contrasts and comparisons adding to the fun!

Posted by Don Matley on 10/30/08 at 08:00 PM

A magical work. Should be added to "Poems my parents sang to me when drying me just out of the tub"! I like its spark of warmth as we await the onset of Ole Man Winter and those too early dark nights. Very enjoyable. Besides the pigs were asking for it anyways.

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