10 January 2025 (creaking)
Kristen Lindquist
creaking pine boughs . . .
a rusted-out washtub
where the stone walls meet
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Filtering by Tag: wind
creaking pine boughs . . .
a rusted-out washtub
where the stone walls meet
wind chill
seals lying low
on the seal cam
wind chill
leaves falling
from a squirrel nest
a wasp nest
that was there all along
wind rattles fallen leaves
turning over a new leaf autumn wind
the V of geese
rearranged by a gale
election season
wind rustling dead leaves
the chipmunk’s alarm call
goes on forever
small-craft advisory
wind-riding gulls
blow past the moon
small-craft advisory
a gust of wind
sways the web
a dory adrift
in a sea of daisies
onshore breeze
gull breeze—
apple blossoms spangle
the welcome mat