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Thanksgiving Afternoon
by Kristina Woodhillgreenhouse tightly skinned
one hole, ground level corner
tip of black cat's tail
juncos hide and seek
black heads flirt, pecking flecked seed
back door mat, feathered
stringless, puffed soaring
one magpie alights on fence
helium cold winds
turkey stock simmers
windows fog, outside unclear
mice burrow closer
letters build, add words
dictionary on table
outside, ice scrabbles
11/26/2010
Author's Note: edit Nov. 19, 2011
Posted on 11/26/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/26/10 at 05:52 PM I love the imagery painted in this Thanksgiving poem.It feels. It smells. It Tastes. Excellent. |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 11/27/10 at 03:19 AM a very clear "painting" of a Thanksgiving morn....lovely images...... |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/27/10 at 05:27 AM All that was missing was the image of a fog of breath in the crisp Autumn air...You make us see it all, Kristina |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/27/10 at 10:47 PM These observations are like a big over-stuffed chair...comfy, faniliar, and not at all demanding of anything...Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 12/02/10 at 05:29 PM Wonderful collection of haiku depicting the season - some great imagery! |
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