We’ve learned to settle–
two woodpeckers sharing
a pine tree,
skin, thick corn husks,
lunar halos out of touch.
We no longer kill
crickets on our doorsteps.
Fog as prompter,
winter waits in the wings,
trilling flag,
ready to take center stage,
operatically sing.
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #164: Winging It
44 words using ‘wing’
I will be swooping around after my night class to be everyone’s wingwoman.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Loving the spill and trill of those last lines, especially.
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Thank you kindly, Whimsygizmo. I thought your winged escapade great fun this evening.
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gorgeous miniature with a terrific ending; I can hear them now outside my window 🙂
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I do hope they are in tune. Nobody can possibly stand an out-of-tune aria. 😉
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hahahah; now that is another poem: a very funny one 🙂
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Yes, well. That’s your thing, my friend. I am only funny in polite conversation. My verse refuses to take a beat. 😉
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It does such a good job of positioning itself on center stage.
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It’s a mic drop moment around here, for sure. 😂 Temps fell faster than the leaves.
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Nicely done quadrille.
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Thank you.
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You put me there with the woodpeckers, enjoyed the stirring image and verses! 😍
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Thank you, Tricia. I heard two on a tree means a long winter awaits. We shall see.
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We are getting snow already tonight in the Kansas City metro, so i believe it!
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You said the S*** word. The really bad one. Oh man, it’s headed our way…
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My husband wants more though, not enough to build this guy! ☃️
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Woodpeckers can be a good lesson for all of us!
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I agree, Dwight. Settling really never sounded so good. Life and death putting it all in perspective. Thank you for this.
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We don’t get many poems about woodpeckers – I love it, especially the shift from birds to the alliterative ‘winter waits in the wings’ and the dramatic ending. I’ve never seen two together, let alone on a tree!
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There is no sound more pleasant than that of woodpeckers.
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Always sounds like chuckling to me 🤣
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Ah to share and be at peace. Nice one K
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💛love
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Some beautiful imagery here – paints such a charming vivid scene for the changing seasons. 🙂 ❤
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Thank you, Tom. 💜 It’s a bit of folk wisdom to watch for two peckers having at the same tree, and I saw that this week, as well the crickets heading in. Could be we have deep snows ahead. I know two littles with sleds that hope so.
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I love the sounds in this, and the sentiments, sharing and letting be.
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Thank you, Jane. I heard lots of folk wisdom growing up predicting hard winters, including the woodpeckers and the hard corn husks, and the abundance of crickets trying to enter the home. There’s a bit of truth in each of these images, and I tried to capture that.
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Yes, there’s usually something behind every snippet of folk wisdom.
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Winter… how it is just coming… love the way you used the woodpeckers.
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Thank you, Björn. It’s an old saying that two peckers on one tree means a long winter is ahead. Guess that’s the only reason to share.
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