Already dead leaves
pile up on the back porch,
crackle underfoot.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- August 31: Anticipation
- August 30: Finding water
- August 29: Hurricane
- August 28: At the hair salon
- August 27: Sea, food
- August 26: Coyotes
- August 25: Vireos
- August 24: Still summer
- August 23: Summer's ending, or Do we just need so...
- August 22: Acorns?
- August 21: Echinacea
- August 20: Migrating butterflies
- August 19: Hay fields
- August 18: Bread Loaf Writers Conference
- August 17: Rider on the storm
- August 16: Thunder
- August 15: Braid
- August 14: Party sunset
- August 13: Summer afternoon
- August 12: Sunday morning
- August 11: Time of one's own
- August 10: Funeral
- August 9: Signs
- August 8: Dirt roads
- August 7: Nostalgia
- August 4, 5, & 6: Baxter State Park
- August 3: Squid
- August 2: Late night drive
- August 1: First day of August
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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