1 March 2026 (dawn flurries)
Kristen Lindquist
dawn flurries —
smoke already rising
from the ice-fishing shack
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dawn flurries —
smoke already rising
from the ice-fishing shack
winter dawn
an owl’s darkness
passes over our heads
Halloween dawn
stirring the embers
of maple leaves
dawn apples
the rosy glow
of cricketsong
island dawn
a gull wangles a bone
on the bedroom roof
creaky hinge
of a pheasant’s call
daybreak
solstice dawn
a holly bush catches
the windblown oak leaf
slowed by cold dawn crawling the hillside snow
misreading
the bedside clock
winter dawn
island dawn
before the rooster
gulls
island dawn
a passing ship’s foghorn
reaches my dream