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Over Due
by Kristina WoodhillJune is so busy putting on sun screen
she hasn't noticed March is still
free-falling from the sky,
like a nutso parachutist
in some ground hog day
slipped stream,
over and up and down and over,
March echoes, rip chord
opening cloud upon cloud,
splattering winter's melt,
twisting wind songs
into terror-spun haunting arias.
The hopscotch game played with April/May
lost its hail stone attraction storm's ago;
a rowdy, drunk on wind power, March,
2 am closing time long past, long past.
Pretty little June checks between toes
for smears of brand new cherry-pink nail polish,
counts coats, searches through
her new green pockets for a final clear coat:
almost ready, almost ready
Picking out a new rose hue for her cheeks,
searching through new teeny, tiny green apples
for sassy ear rings d'été.
Skies clap and rattle one more time
to get June's attention,
the year, a month shortening,
days stuck in March mud.
06/05/2011
Posted on 06/05/2011
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/05/11 at 10:23 PM A time of the year when it is 30ish in the monring and climbing toward toward the 90's by mid afternoon. At least that is true here in Star Valley. It is our latest stop on this camping odyssey. Nice write lady. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/06/11 at 06:24 AM Totally! and really needing that pedi even tho the days are still chilly here in LA! (-: MFS' |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/30/11 at 07:13 PM So humorously observant, a bit of concern there too. Here in MD the weather went from early spring to summer, very little real spring. But the flora and fauna seemed to like it. Everything so colorful and green! |
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