by Kristina Woodhill
that time of year
when you can go out
for your evening walk
pass by total strangers
pushing a wheel barrow
and come home
with a beautiful,
Author's Note: ;)
Posted on 09/11/2018
Copyright © 2021 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/11/18 at 02:37 PM|
I like! I like! ;)
|Posted by John Herzog on 09/11/18 at 04:19 PM|
Yes! This hits me right in the childhood. Missing my rural farm upbringing since traded for urban downtown life.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/12/18 at 12:52 PM|
Another lovely ode, Kristina, whose theme is enchantment of all the poetic senses.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/18 at 12:57 PM|
Rural friendship... with the delightful cucumber... a delight indeed, huh? That first stanza resonates so nicely and brings reminiscences of pleasant times to me. In fact the whole poem is pleasurable. Thanks Kristina.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 09/23/18 at 10:05 AM|
Sometimes all you get is an emoji eggplant, but a real supple skinned cuke is kinda sexy