Thursday, June 30, 2016

June 30: Catbird

Does the cat understand
what the catbird has to say?
Does the willow?
 
 

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

June 29: After the rain

Salvaging wet peonies--
even falling apart
they smell so sweet.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

June 28: Island

Walking alone at dusk.
All but the island's shore
enveloped in fog.

Monday, June 27, 2016

June 27: Mercy

Heading into Portland
for some sushi.
Sign points the way to Mercy.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

June 26: Mount Equinox

At just over 3,800 feet, Mount Equinox is the highest mountain in the Taconic range in southwestern Vermont. From Manchester Center, there's an private toll road to the top (owned by Carthusian monks) which offers some spectacular views of the Taconics, the Green Mountains, and the valley between them. And the occasional wildlife sighting.
 
Matters of scale:
driving down the mountain
we slow for a crossing vole.
 
 

Saturday, June 25, 2016

June 25: Iris

Blue flag irises--
even more beautiful
near the singing wren.
 
 

Friday, June 24, 2016

June 24: Rugosa

Wild seaside roses.
Empty bait bag on the beach
for holding summer.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

June 23: Roman a clef

bent over by rain
voluptuous peony
that same old story

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

June 22: Tableau

Crow hops off roadkill,
waits politely on the lawn
as my car passes.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

June 21: Shortest night

Midsummer's Eve--
dancing fireflies in the grass,
Saturn's glorious rings.

Monday, June 20, 2016

June 20: Solstice

I remember from high school Latin class that "solstice" means "sun stopped." It is not etymologically related to solitude.

Solstice. Driving home.
Lucinda Williams singing
"Big Red Sun Blues."

Sunday, June 19, 2016

June 19: Detritus

Hearts scattered
across the bedroom floor--
wild geranium petals.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

June 18: Dawnsong

Wakened by cat at dawn
I let the vireo
lull me back to sleep.
 

Friday, June 17, 2016

June 17: Dislocation

Brought in on the peonies
one tiny ant--
will it ever find home?

Thursday, June 16, 2016

June 16: Books

Paul's new books arrived.
I count and stack them,
while our cat sits in the box.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

June 15: Morning drive to Bangor

Long empty back roads
under perfect summer sky--
I could keep going--

June 14: After work

We share a cup of decaf
on the back step,
count the birds singing.

Monday, June 13, 2016

June 13: Loss

Blue sky, green leaves--
sometimes the best we can do
is just open our eyes.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

June 12: Thinking about Orlando

I write about peonies
because I have no words
to counter despair.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

June 11: Missed fox

Hiker ahead of us says
our raised voices
scared away a fox.

Friday, June 10, 2016

June 10: Bridal Veil

My house cat ignores
confetti of white petals
all over her back.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

June 9: Front

This relentless wind--
all I want is to sleep
outside in the June sun.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

June 8: Walking down

Tough conversation.
Focused on lady's slippers,
I count eighty-eight.
 
 

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

June 7: Grey area

Transfixed by the fog
slowly engulfing the lilacs
hiding the sea.
 

Monday, June 6, 2016

June 6: Equilibrium

From the riverside crows calling
not mobbing a hawk
just touching base.
 

Sunday, June 5, 2016

June 5: Rhododendrons

Spent the morning at the exquisite Asticou Azalea Garden and was reminded again why I love rhododendrons so much.
 
Grandmother's rhododendron--
I hide underneath
protected by bees.
 
 
 

Saturday, June 4, 2016

June 4: Bliss

Lifting fog, field of lupines.
Seaside apple tree
humming with waxwings.
 
 

June 3: Acadia Birding Festival

Pointing out a vireo.
Trying to keep you
out of my head.
 
Seal Cove, Mount Desert Island
 

Thursday, June 2, 2016

June 2: Bar Harbor

Fog bank off the harbor.
I walk by myself
past grandiose houses.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

June 1: Insomnia

Geese pass in the dark.
At dawn, rising wind.
I listen to your breathing.