22 April 2025 (spring mist)
Kristen Lindquist
spring mist
the old weeping willow
shares its gold
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Filtering by Tag: fog
spring mist
the old weeping willow
shares its gold
year’s end . . .
fog hides the breakwater
and its lighthouse
sun through fog . . .
the grape arbor rustling
with orioles
fogbound
a plover’s high call
lost in the waves
crickets, fog
my favorite grey t-shirt
in tatters
the voices of two wrens receding fog
sleepless night
a red house emerging
from fog
a cluster
of caterpillar tents
morning fog
morning ferry
porpoises slip in
and out of fog
roses wet with fog . . .
a fishing boat rumbles
out of the harbor
island morning
a foghorn moaning
in my bones