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Brief Respite
by Kristina Woodhill
Winter was swallowed down whole yesterday;
winds whipped, temperatures rose.
From the teens to the 50's
the rain barrel unfroze,
and the cats have gone mousing again.
Wonderland snow was dissolved yesterday;
solid to liquid, gravity ruled.
Crunchers now slosh
through a boggy brown gruel,
and the pheasants are back in the corn.
Castles of ice on the back stoop have drooped;
a slide-away feeling, a diet on warm.
The builder stands by
idle buckets, forlorn,
as the magpies hop scotch now with ease.
White-scape was scraped from the board yesterday;
eraser invisible, surface left raw.
A hand's gentle brush
wresting winter's sharp claw,
as juncos glean seeds ere the next harsh deep freeze.
12/30/2008
Posted on 12/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/30/08 at 05:50 PM Beautiful thawghts ;-D |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/30/08 at 07:01 PM BRRR! Still sounds cold to me here in LA, CA. Happy Holidays! MFS |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/30/08 at 07:42 PM In the depths of winter, we finally learn that within us there lies an invincible spring.
Wonderful Kristina. Thank you. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/30/08 at 07:54 PM It's always changing, even when you're not paying attention. Outstanding. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/02/09 at 12:24 AM Picturesque in wonderful detail! BRRRRRR! (And I think it gets quite cold here in southeastern North Carolina!) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/03/09 at 04:52 AM Lovely lovely! The picture is a perfect accompaniment! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 11/26/14 at 09:38 AM the last line kills me, you build and build on the thaw, the promise anew, the cyclical relief that DOES come with "unhibernating" and then end the poem with the truth that spring is the eventual fall to another winter, that subtle wisdom of knowing.... |
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