29 March 2021 (cranes)
Kristen Lindquist
a salt marsh
where cranes were
spring gusts
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Filtering by Tag: Sandhill Crane
a salt marsh
where cranes were
spring gusts
fall foliage
the crane’s red crown
flesh not feathers
Written in response to a prompt on Twitter, the kigo (season word/s) “withered fields,” thinking of the small flock of Sandhill Cranes that pauses every fall in farm fields in Smithfield, Maine (central Maine) during their migration south.
withered fields
the voices of cranes
as they circle to land