Winter's Store by Kristina Woodhill pheasant rooster knows where to coax his hens short gliding flight dried kerneled corn ears laid out husks pulled low june berries long gone red breast's feast junco flits quick susan winks her black-eyed, black-eyed seeds small tight heads fit small quick beak june berries long gone red breast's zest starlings swarm, power to the crowd scratched earth scorch talk about it talk about it june berries long gone red leaves weep clipped-winged woman trowel in some trunk hoe in some deep hole deep hole deep hole manna when you comin'? eyes scan the sky june berries long gone hard ground sleeps 12/03/2011 Posted on 12/03/2011 Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/03/11 at 06:30 PM OMGosh!! I LOVE this! It's like a series of little haikus, but with a treasure chest of little gems tucked inside them ("clipped-wing woman", and "red leaves weep"). Posted by George Hoerner on 12/03/11 at 09:20 PM Very nice Kristina! Posted by Lori Blair on 12/03/11 at 09:56 PM And how alive the earth is/has become through this piece! I forget that at times, thank you for that especially! Marvelous work! Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/04/11 at 12:05 AM ..not not a flake yet....just wait tho!!! Nice write, delighted. Thanks. Posted by Laura Doom on 12/04/11 at 11:12 AM This finch flinched, a ravin' avian berried in the perma-forest of your frosted voice, extollin' this roll in melatonin... Posted by Paganini Jones on 12/04/11 at 11:33 PM (For some reason I was expecting a sonnet.) I love the rhythm of this reflecting the constant pecking at food, and that repeated phrase "June berries/long gone. An excellent read. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)