the pheasant

i let myself go

wait patiently ’til a

rather plump pheasant appears

jumping from

picket to picket

fence still standing

after all these years

white paint chips flying

floating, landing

onto quivering bleeding hearts

chilled

unprotected

hit by autumn’s first frost

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

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19 thoughts on “the pheasant

  1. sedge808 says:

    ‘white paint chips flying’
    LikE

  2. In Miami autumn’s first frost was still need the AC 88 yesterday.

  3. oldsunbird says:

    Beautiful! I love all the visual delights, including the bleeding hearts.

  4. Maxi says:

    I’m with Carl. Here in Central Florida I now have the AC on.
    Blessings ~ Maxi

  5. Victoria says:

    Wonderful details.

  6. spool2spool says:

    Springtime in NZ and you’ve gotten me thinking on frosty days!
    Lovely words again.

  7. Thomas says:

    Very nice poem. I nominated you for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” You can see the details in my blog post.

  8. Nice one.

    I just started publishing my poetry on my blog. Would you like to pop over sometimes and give me some feedback?

    I’d really appreciate it.

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