16 February 2021 (cardinal)
Kristen Lindquist
sleet turning to rain
a cardinal begins
to sing
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sleet turning to rain
a cardinal begins
to sing
the first few flakes . . .
part of me curls up
in a deer yard
Zoom haiku meeting
the juxtapositions
of all the faces
masked walk
I mistake my niece’s eyes
for my sister’s
bleak midwinter
a strip of birch bark
flaps in the wind
a picnic table
under fresh snow
everything we want
the sun rising
a little more to the south. . .
forced forsythia
falling snow
the only one
awake
lichen-covered branches . . .
the expanding blooms
of her sleeve tattoo
our masked walk
a blue jay calls out
with a hawk’s voice
low winter clouds
every eider comes up
with a starfish