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Winter's Store
by Kristina Woodhillpheasant 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 © 2026 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 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. |
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