8 March 2026 (reflecting on)
Kristen Lindquist
reflecting on
what’s left of winter
rain on lake ice
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Filtering by Tag: ice
reflecting on
what’s left of winter
rain on lake ice
bone cold
the lake grows
a new skin
supermoon ice rings the river rocks
skim ice
a raft of coots huddles
along the far shore
winter’s midpoint . . .
a red pickup crosses
the frozen lake
fleeing
across the ice
oak leaf
without a sound
a crow changes branches . . .
glint of river ice
needle ice —
the moon and Jupiter
align
lake ice
giving up the ghost
sublimation
ice dams
none of the tracks in our yard
made by humans
Sunday drive
icefalls ladder
the roadcuts