18 October 2024 (stubble field)
Kristen Lindquist
stubble field
a kestrel’s fanned tail
catches the light
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Filtering by Tag: fall migration
stubble field
a kestrel’s fanned tail
catches the light
sea-tumbled stones . . .
plovers preening
along the high-tide line
millions of migrating birds
overhead in the dark
one acorn falling
this longing for home
sparrows forage in a patch
of wild mustard
sun through fog . . .
the grape arbor rustling
with orioles
autumn stars . . .
the flight calls of blackpolls
migrating to Brazil
glow of sunrise . . .
warblers popcorning
among the spruces
fogbound
a plover’s high call
lost in the waves
sunrise spotlights
a tree’s last apple
flight calls of warblers
migrating geese
the way they fly
in any poem
promises to keep
a trailside flicker feather
points south