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Speaking in Spring
by Kristina Woodhillspring speaks of welcoming in
that old friend with a fresh outlook,
wiping off the condensation of cold
drinking glasses that winter's ever-present
thermostatic gyrations waxes on
without a thought to providing a hand towel;
last evening the first hummingbird sighting
had us checking off one more calender square,
the bird's black head color described, its eagerness
at the feeders discussed with exclamation,
easing our wariness at planting the tender vegetables
grown so lovingly from seed - our determined victory garden -
balanced against the oldsters' views to wait
until the snow is off Shafer Butte;
winds from all points have blown these past few weeks,
like a meeting of all the centrifugal forces
from all the carnival rides from last August's fair
hurled down the Snake's white water on some mad raft;
spring speaks in many tongues -
last night the foreign black and white tom
screamed up our huge ash tree after our
own jet black eunuch, raising fur hackles
throughout the wandering neighborhood,
chasing us from our easy chairs
to rescue what had to be a dying animal,
had to be the last gasp of a close friend;
such a scream of outrage, it seemed,
resounding against the stark white
wooden siding of our two story house,
challenging the unproductive male
to consider carefully what his role could possibly be
in this spring's headlong tooth-and-nail to the nest
05/11/2010
Posted on 05/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/11/10 at 11:34 PM Somehow male cats do let you know they are around. Nice write lady. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/12/10 at 01:58 AM "an old friend with a fresh outlook" reads so well it was like a soft breeze tiptoeing in the barely open backdoor to drape the fragrance of my favorite blossoms across my shoulders like a shawl. I love the ending too, having had to referee recently between the Egyptian Mau (neutered) my son in law raised from a kitten (Leonitis) and the male cat that abandoned us(Beastley) a couple of years ago for a love affair with a neighbor. Beastley drops in time to time, mostly to harass the new cat but a few weeks ago he came home just to pet me when I was pretty down. Leonitis didn't take kindly to the affront but didn't do well when the cat fur flew. Beastley earned the right to pet me as long as he wanted to even if he had to listen to the intimidated growls coming from under the car. Enjoyed this reminder very much. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/12/10 at 12:11 PM I love reading your work, Kristina.This, for me, was indeed a very enjoyable read,as I love nature so very much and yet I can read into it as deeper metaphors. Beautiful. :) |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/12/10 at 03:49 PM Again; you have a great attitude. I think you could write a piece about anything and make it sound wonderful. The imagry in this one is fantastic. Yes, on a lot of levels; Springtime is a new beginning. Thanks for this write. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/14/10 at 01:50 AM Beginnings are filled with frenetic activty... they have to in order to throw off the yoke of inactivity. This poem captures that energy. It lets the reader feel the great starting of the cycle of life. Excellent read! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/15/10 at 01:01 PM all we can hope to think to do in this writing lifetime is sit back and to grasp words wonderfully whirling about us and coax a few to fall on our plate as all the words are seeming to have done in this ode which appear not in the least forced, but willing. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/17/10 at 04:22 AM Hummingbirds and dragonflies and rainbows...the gorge always has such amazing displays of the seasons. You always bring such a fresh perspective to things! |
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