Tuesday, September 30, 2014

September 30: Home again

In the washing machine
a small chestnut
pocketed on the island.

Monday, September 29, 2014

September 29: Rough seas

Leaving the island--
drenched with sea spray
I'm turning to salt

Sunday, September 28, 2014

September 28: Last night

Last night on the island--
the sea too sighs
in the starry dark.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

September 27: Siskins

All day the flock grows
shifts and calls, bells overhead
chiming in the spruces.

September 26: Porpoise

Boat around the island--
our dreams of water
manifest as porpoises.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

September 25: And sunrise

Monhegan sunrise--
the day begins with beauty
and small birds flying.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

September 24: Sunset

Sunset on Monhegan--
the gulls don't notice
what's happening to the sky.

September 23: Butterflies everywhere

Admiring the asters
I'm a Disney princess
surrounded by Monarchs.

Monday, September 22, 2014

September 22: Bluster

Friends shelter from gusts,
gulls spreading overhead--
stiff winds, cocktails.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

September 21: In the fog

Foggy island night--
lamplit window beckons.
Early to bed.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

September 20: Harbored

Wind-stirred surf.
Swirl of fish feeding
under wharf lights.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

September 18: Island night

North Star overhead,
chip notes of migrants
on the cold night wind.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

September 17: Apples

tiny, perfect apple--
all of fall in three small bites

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

September 16: Androscoggin River

Palimpsest of clouds
floating above reflected in
the Androscoggin.

Monday, September 15, 2014

September 15: Constant chatter of crows

Staff meeting--
announcements of crows
in the pines next-door

Sunday, September 14, 2014

September 14: Moosehead

First maples show red
at the marsh's edge
where this morning a moose passed.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

September 13: Aurora Borealis

Up on Beech Hill--
beer bottles from last night's
aurora viewing party.

Friday, September 12, 2014

September 12: Morning loon

Before my alarm--
calls of the loon
flying upriver at dawn.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

September 11: Vultures

Twelve soaring vultures--
celebrating thermals
or something dead below.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

September 10: Creature comfort

Furnace still turned off.
Cat curls on my husband's lap,
I curl under down.

September 9: Fall in the air

Overhead in the dark
the sounds of geese flying.
We close the windows.

Monday, September 8, 2014

September 8: Classic

Rooster crowing,
setting moon through pines--
I wake to a poem.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

September 7: Before dawn

Awake before dawn
imagining morning flight,
owl calling nearby.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

September 6: The tyranny of lawn-mowing

Sorry, crickets,
to disrupt your morning
with the lawnmower.

Friday, September 5, 2014

September 5: Doldrums

Trying to stay cool
in my sun-heated office.
Swimmer on the river.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

September 4: Camden Harbor

Under the waxing moon--
rows of rowboats
and a big white yacht.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

September 3: Steamy morning

Mist-shrouded sunrise--
I listen to crickets
by the bedroom window.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

September 2: The Fog

We can't see the harbor
from our window seats.
Glass of dry red wine.

Monday, September 1, 2014

September 1: Beth's Farmstand

Rows of chrysanthemums,
last of the blueberries,
first of the apples.

August 31: Boot Head Preserve

On the final day of our birding tour in Down East Maine, we visited Maine Coast Heritage Trust's Boot Head Preserve in Lubec, which features a bog, moss-carpeted forest, a dramatic coastline, ripe berries along the trails, and birds--including the elusive Boreal Chickadee.

Hiking Boot Head Trail--
pulled forward by unseen birds,
distant surf, foghorn.