Book Of Days

haikus by Kristen Lindquist

Early Morning, Sound Of Feathers

I hear wings flapping
but fall back asleep
too tired yet for the divine.

Just Before Dawn

Just before dawn
a single crow caws–
I’m not the only one awake.

Sounds Like Spring

End of summer–
in the backyard
phoebe calling again.

Night Bells

Buoy bell ringing
in the heavenly temple
of ocean and stars.