Book of Days
BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY
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Posted with BlogsyMay 2: Sweeping away the cobwebs
Kristen Lindquist
May 1: May begins with rain
Kristen Lindquist
I want to shelter it
in my cupped hands--
rain-bedraggled chickadee.
in my cupped hands--
rain-bedraggled chickadee.
April 30: Spring allergies
Kristen Lindquist
April 29: Chives
Kristen Lindquist
Shoots so green
I want to eat them like grass--
fresh spring chives.
I want to eat them like grass--
fresh spring chives.
April 28: Cats are so neurotic
Kristen Lindquist
Home after three days,
cat wanders the house crying,
reorienting.
cat wanders the house crying,
reorienting.
April 27: Rain on a metal roof
Kristen Lindquist
April 26: Woodchuck
Kristen Lindquist
April 25: On my morning run
Kristen Lindquist
Neighborhood, morning--
someone clanks a feed dish
to call a cat home.
someone clanks a feed dish
to call a cat home.
April 24: Big wind
Kristen Lindquist
All day, movement and roar,
whitecaps on the river--
no calm within.
whitecaps on the river--
no calm within.
April 23: Cats are nocturnal
Kristen Lindquist
In the pre-dawn dark
the cat sits on the pillow,
stares down at his face.
the cat sits on the pillow,
stares down at his face.