A friend lies near death
yet still the full moon rises
still the bloodroot blooms.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- April 30: Jane's azalea
- April 29: Housewarming
- April 28: Sighting
- April 27: Found object
- April 26: Spring snow
- April 25: Home
- April 24: Sunday Morning
- April 23: Funeral
- April 22: Pink Moon
- April 21: Seasonal progression
- April 20: Magnolia
- April 19: Choices
- April 18: Spring cleaning
- April 17: Paul's birthday
- April 16: Spring night
- April 15: Asia in Amsterdam
- April 14: Driving into spring
- April 13: Osprey returns
- April 12: My sister turns 40
- April 11: Mayflowers
- April 10: Sunday driver
- April 9: Dueling wrens
- April 8: April rain
- April 7: Transport
- April 6: Cold morning
- April 5: National Poetry Month
- April 4: Drooping snowdrops
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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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