March 17: Except, sunset
Kristen Lindquist
Tongue-tied by snow and cold
there's nothing more to say.
Sunset was brief.
there's nothing more to say.
Sunset was brief.
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Filtering by Tag: please let winter be over soon
February 25: Long winter
Kristen Lindquist
Ghost of snow
blows through the branches--
fleeting dreams of spring.
blows through the branches--
fleeting dreams of spring.
March 24: Early spring
Kristen Lindquist
Wind lifts the prayer flags--
will our prayers
rise in this cold air?
March 17: Vulture
Kristen Lindquist
At this point
any sign of spring will do.
A vulture soaring? Yes.
any sign of spring will do.
A vulture soaring? Yes.
March 14: Lo, on high, yon Bald Eagle!
Kristen Lindquist
The crows are pissed
but my spirits soar in blue skies
with that eagle.
but my spirits soar in blue skies
with that eagle.
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| Do you see the eagle waaaay up in the sky? |
February 20: Shoveling yet again
Kristen Lindquist
I'm getting really tired of shoveling snow this winter, and yet whenever I'm outside, shovel in hand, I always notice something that makes me stop a moment and feel grateful for being out there.
Perfect line of mouse tracks
in snow. I hesitate
before shoveling.
Perfect line of mouse tracks
in snow. I hesitate
before shoveling.
February 19: When will winter be over?
Kristen Lindquist
Red hot cardinal
sings with vigor
above piles of fresh snow.
sings with vigor
above piles of fresh snow.