blousy with rain, bee-blown
I drink their perfume
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- June 30: Alarm clock
- June 29: Oysters
- June 28: Crawford Pond
- June 27: Phoebe
- June 26: Strings of lights
- June 25: Half Moon
- June 24: Petals scattered like shrapnel
- June 23: Fog and roses
- June 22: Foods of summer
- June 21: Summer Solstice
- June 20: Quimby Pond, Rangeley
- June 19: Arctic dreams
- June 18: Approaching Midsummer's Eve
- June 17: The whole yard revolves around the peonies
- June 16: Fireflies
- June 15: Sick day
- June 14: Cannon Mountain
- June 13: Atop Mount Washington
- June 12: Green
- June 11: Urgency
- June 10: Phoebe anxiety
- June 9: Mount Battie
- June 8: Night out with Elizabeth
- June 7: Viburnum
- June 6: Reading a book on the back porch, trying t...
- June 5: It's always warm in the kitchen
- June 4: Driving home
- June 3: Last night
- June 2: The great romance novel that is this green...
- June 1: Lush
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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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