Final Act by Kristina Woodhill First light Flames flicker deep in the garden Figures pull hose, loose sentinel Faucet primed Felines high tail for cover Fence line secured and soaked Fare thee well, old hawthorn Fond adieu, overgrown apache plume Fed slowly, stick by branch Fork pitches, unsettling piles Former giant miscanthus canes Folded and snapped Fierce crackling, hungry bites, Fiery red deconstructs Fuel crumbles Fingers sift cold soft ash Fall 10/14/2012 Posted on 10/14/2012 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/25/12 at 02:14 PM For the love of Fall ~ I was so caught up in this that I hadn't realized (until the "Fall") all the flow beginning with F and I must say this is the story of my front and back yard, as if you took pen and paper to my porch and documented it. Posted by Julie Adams on 12/16/12 at 01:08 AM what a beautiful capture of the changing season, love "fiery red deconstructs" and ending on the cold soft ash is a perfect transition to the ensuing winter! A pleasure to behold ur poetry again, peace n poems, jewels xo Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/27/12 at 01:09 PM your language is as beautiful and rapt as ever and garlanding the heart of the matter as always. 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 © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)