17 February 2025 (wind chill)
Kristen Lindquist
wind chill
gulls eat some scraps
left for the crows
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wind chill
gulls eat some scraps
left for the crows
all-day snow
a flurry of crows
around the perched hawk
third-day moon
rising orange from the bay . . .
urchin roe sushi
Venus
at her brightest
Valentine’s night
what else
can we do
bluebirds in snow
alone again with all my ghosts moonlit snow
a red amaryllis
leans toward the window
full snow moon
wing prints in snow . . .
somewhere upriver
a chorus of crows
upriver an eagle
just misses a duck
snowdust
snow settles
on the wood duck’s back
early dusk
deep cold
a helix of squirrel tracks
winds between oaks