17 April 2025 (a warbler sings)
Kristen Lindquist
a warbler sings
from an ancient pine . . .
rising koi
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a warbler sings
from an ancient pine . . .
rising koi
cloud shadows
form their own islands
flight to Boston
spring rain . . .
four five seven buffleheads
surface in the pond
My homage to Marlene Mountain
spring sun
turning the tarot card
for hopes and fears
spring rain
a goldfinch reminds me
we missed the full moon
snow to rain
the briefest glimpse
of a phoebe
roadside pussy willows . . .
shivering in the long line
for ice cream
a blue jay fakes
an osprey’s voice . . .
unexpected sun
after sunset
the river’s platinum . . .
spring snow
cranes overhead —
she spends a cold spring day
sketching sea creatures
for Laura
yelling at a squirrel
through the back window
spring sleet