17 February 2025 (wind chill)
Kristen Lindquist
wind chill
gulls eat some scraps
left for the crows
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Filtering by Tag: gull
wind chill
gulls eat some scraps
left for the crows
full-moon tide
the body of a gull
washes up on the jetty
wildfire haze
a gull flies off
with another bone
island dawn
a gull wangles a bone
on the bedroom roof
a curious gull
creeping up the doorstep
summer fog
fogbank . . .
every feather
of the gull’s wing
cliff trail
someone up ahead calls back
to a gull
snow in the mountains
the shine
of a passing gull
bleak sky
a soaring gull catches
no light
chance of snow
on one foot a gull
weighs its options
we’ve all been there
persistent whining
of the young gull