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irrigation day
by Kristina Woodhillwe irrigated the back pasture until late afternoon,
shifting long, narrow sheets of black plastic,
directing water with ease
with the step of a foot here,
a heel pressing down there,
poor-man's gated pipe,
light-weight and easily stashed, folded up
in a clever suitcase of bimonthly utility;
i became a mushroom of the moment,
content in the moist meadow,
standing small and still in the skittering water,
my cupped, shading bump
of a head, a swirly upside up
pulled down over my sturdy stump,
spinning, spinning
as tiny flotsam picked up and tickled by
07/15/2010
Posted on 07/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/15/10 at 11:27 PM Kristina- you know so much about gardening. The imagery is wonderful (as always). I may not like gardening; but I like your piece- thank you |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/15/10 at 11:38 PM Kristina - love the last two stanzas of this. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/16/10 at 01:08 AM I love mushroom omlets almost as much as your poem. Very well done lady. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/20/10 at 02:13 PM Very refreshing! In my imagination standing with you like another mushroom!
Reminds me how much we need rain here! Everything is looking more like an August brown! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/06/10 at 02:18 PM Excellent poetic descriptiveness of something quite practical and necessary if any of us are going to eat. I especially like these lines: i became a mushroom of the moment, content in the moist meadow, standing small and still in the skittering water,
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