Book of Days
BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY
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November 12: Moonlight
Kristen Lindquist
Awakened by wind.
A path lain by moonlight
leads me to the bathroom.
November 11: Low tide
Kristen Lindquist
Low tide on the Passy.
I mistake wind-blown leaves
for lingering shorebirds.
November 10: Stone wall
Kristen Lindquist
Old stone wall--
ghost of a lost farm
still wanders the woods.
ghost of a lost farm
still wanders the woods.
November 9: Day after
Kristen Lindquist
Taking down
my political signs
by the light of the moon.
November 8: Election Day
Kristen Lindquist
Winter moths at the porch light.
Shining through the weeping willow
waxing half moon.
November 7: At the community garden
Kristen Lindquist
Day before election.
Watching robins eat berries
in full sunlight.
Watching robins eat berries
in full sunlight.
November 6: Falling
Kristen Lindquist
Uneasy dreams.
Falling leaves' small thuds
against the bedroom window.
November 5: Memorial
Kristen Lindquist
Memorial service.
Tamarack needles
have all turned gold.
November 4: Late harvest
Kristen Lindquist
Indoor farmer's market--
piles of squash and pumpkins,
bouquet of rose hips.
November 3: "Chopped"
Kristen Lindquist
Darkness falls so early.
I binge for hours on Food
Network cooking shows.
