7 February 2025 (deep cold)
Kristen Lindquist
deep cold
a helix of squirrel tracks
winds between oaks
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Filtering by Tag: oak
deep cold
a helix of squirrel tracks
winds between oaks
sun on fresh snow
three squirrels spiral
a riverbank oak
ides of March
a widowmaker creaks
in the oak grove
falling into
the swollen river
an old oak’s shadow
fleeing
across the ice
oak leaf
solstice dawn
a holly bush catches
the windblown oak leaf
snow whitens branches . . .
a hole in the old oak
where something might hide
memory work
only the oak tree
retains its leaves
social distancing
empty acorn caps
cling to the branch
southern rain
live oaks dropping
last year’s leaves
early sunset
the old oak’s last leaves
trembling