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BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY

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January 9: Oranges

Kristen Lindquist

Some days I just find myself craving a particular color. This morning I was drawn to orange--orange undershirt, some clementines with my cereal for breakfast, orange gloves as I headed out to soak up some sunlight. The need was stimulated, I'm sure, by my constant need for more warmth this time of year, as well as the mood boost the color offers when contrasted with the pale dirty snow out my window. It's a color that catches and embodies light, connoting Florida citrus and sunshine. Perhaps my body craves more Vitamin C to help me shed once and for all a niggling cold, and this attraction to orange is a way of getting me to ingest some healthful fruit.

The sight of tulips in my window near the fruit bowl helped satisfy my longing for this color, albeit not as tangibly as those clementines, which I devoured. 

And I've been fixating on a section of our prayer flag garland that sports five tangerine-colored pennants in a row, the only repetition in a string of 48. If I could translate those symbols, perhaps there's something I need to be learning there...

Fruit and flowers glow
in kitchen's weak, winter light.
Outside, dirty snow.

May 2: Freak Tulip

Kristen Lindquist


I was finally able to spend a bit of time puttering in the yard today and came across this one odd tulip growing just outside one of my flower beds. All my other tulips are red, so this one is an oddball of unknown origin. Lucky for the tulip, I've only had a chance to mow the yard once this spring, and thus it had enough time to pop up and blossom in a place I would normally have mowed.  

Where did you come from,
odd tulip gracing my lawn?
Glad I didn't mow.