yuletide poetryspam

Writing yuletide today. I've got nearly a thousand words now, and I suspect this story's not going to get much longer. Due to various rl constraints, I've had to abandon my usual yuletide practice of producing huge sprawly ambitious work and go for small-but-lovely as a goal instead. Not reaching for more words, just trying to make the ones I've got as pleasurable as possible.

So have a poem:

Silent Poem
~Robert Francis

backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk
underbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow

woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpile
sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep

backdoor flagstone bulkhead buttermilk
candlestick ragrug firedog brownbread

hilltop outcrop cowbell buttercup
whetstone thunderstorm pitchfork steeplebush

gristmill millstone cornmeal waterwheel
watercress buckwheat firefly jewelweed

gravestone groundpine windbreak bedrock
weathercock snowfall starlight cockcrow