26 December 2021 (branches)
Kristen Lindquist
snow whitens branches . . .
a hole in the old oak
where something might hide
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snow whitens branches . . .
a hole in the old oak
where something might hide
Christmas afternoon
slowly snow hides the red
of the blueberry fields
all is calm all is bright
wild ducks in flight
over Venus
a smile in the voice
on the answering machine
Christmas Eve
starting the sky
on a thousand-piece puzzle
solstice sleet
solstice moonlight . . .
silver anniversary
of our first kiss
—for Paul xx
afternoon snow
the piebald doe fades
into the shadows
sun through flurries
a glimpse of the guillemot’s
little red feet
bathroom floor
bare feet step on
moonlight
moonrise
the Christmas tree lot
almost empty
crows poke around
a snowless lawn . . .
year’s end