Saturday, September 23, 2017

September 23: Butterflies

Searching for Question Marks--
existential dilemma
in the garden.
 

Friday, September 22, 2017

September 22: Equinox

autumnal equinox
in the trail smooth new chestnuts
offering balance

Thursday, September 21, 2017

September 21: Ants

Trying to drink my tea
without disturbing
the sugar ants.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

September 20: Storm

Wakened in the night
by wind rattling my door.
Ghost stories.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

September 19: Focus

Morning meditation:
trying to find the green bird
among the leaves.

Monday, September 18, 2017

September 18: Island flora

island cemetery
where to find gentian flowers
disturbed soil
 

Sunday, September 17, 2017

September 17: Fog

Fogbound island.
Watching painted ladies sip
at the zinnias.
 
 

Saturday, September 16, 2017

September 16: Chrysalis

On the slop bucket
perfect chrysalis
embellished with gold leaf
 
 

Friday, September 15, 2017

September 15: Night sky

Rumors of northern lights
draw us out
under the Milky Way.
 

Thursday, September 14, 2017

September 14: Class trip

Yesterday I helped lead a group of seventh graders on a nature hike in the Hodson Preserve in Camden, during which they were to record observations in a journal. What seemed to interest them: plants they could eat and the orderly lines of sap wells made by sapsuckers in birch bark. But mostly, as is natural, they were interested in each other.
 
Kids on a field trip.
I catch their interest
with Indian cucumber.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

September 13: Red

How to ignore it:
up on the mountain
first glimpse of red leaves.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

September 12: And so it goes

waning moon
boughs of ripening apples
long walk alone

Monday, September 11, 2017

September 11

Remembering.
Goldenrod shakes under
the weight of bees.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

September 10: Long distance

Hurricane news.
Crows relaying calls
up and down the river.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

September 9: Red alert

When we hear the crows making a racket in the yard, we never know what we're going to find back there. Sometimes it's an eagle up in a tree, sometimes a hawk or an owl, and sometimes a more terrestrial creature.
 
after crows harangued
the fox over the river
chorus of crickets

Friday, September 8, 2017

September 8: Hurricane 2

Hurricane season.
Radar shows clouds of songbirds
making their way south.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

September 7: Hurricane

Tracking the hurricane.
Last night I dreamed
of staring ghosts.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

September 6: Youth

heavy rain falling
young finches wait in feeders
chowing down, unafraid

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

September 5: Osprey

Atop the schooner's mast
osprey has a lot to say
to us earthbound souls.
 

Monday, September 4, 2017

September 4: Dark night

powerless
on a dark and stormy night
until we're asleep

Sunday, September 3, 2017

September 3: At the restaurant

family restaurant
small girl at the door says "bye"
to all of us

Saturday, September 2, 2017

September 2: Head Harbour

heart of stone
exposed by low tide
at the mercy of the moon

Friday, September 1, 2017

September 1: Bog

raven overhead
each pitcher plant a pond
in which we might drown
 
 

Thursday, August 31, 2017

August 31: Nighthawks

Fall migration is underway for many birds, including Common Nighthawks. These agile fliers can be seen now at dusk, wending their way south over fields and rivers in loose flocks of five to five-hundred. Most will spend eight months or so of their year in South America, which might more appropriately be called their "home" despite the fact that they nest and raise their young here in the U.S.
 
driving home near dusk
nighthawks flitting overhead
also heading home
 
Version 2:
 
driving home near dusk
nighthawks flitting overhead
thoughts of flight

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

August 30: Harvest

Muskmelon big as my head--
all day its perfume
sweetens my kitchen.

August 29: Tuesday morning

Sun breaking through clouds.
Clamor of the crows
moving upriver.
 

Monday, August 28, 2017

August 28: Music

Red squirrel sputters,
back-beat to music blaring
at the mini golf course.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

August 27: Stridulation

At the front door
single cricket chirruping
a summons a dirge

Saturday, August 26, 2017

August 26: Route 52

Roadside orchard--
boughs of ripening apples
half-cover a road sign.
 
 

Friday, August 25, 2017

August 25: Miss

Lunch meeting.
Braking in time
to miss the squirrel.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

August 24: Delivery

View of the harbor
blocked by a delivery truck
Native Produce

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

August 23: Quintet

Writing about crows
when five crows appear
on my neighbor's lawn

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

August 22: Gallery

shrill cries of an osprey
tourists perusing
paintings of the harbor

Monday, August 21, 2017

August 21: Solar power

after the eclipse
reflected sunlight
setting fire to the river

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Saturday, August 19, 2017

August 19: Sleeping in

Late summer, late in bed.
Percolating coffee,
one goldfinch singing.

Friday, August 18, 2017

August 18: Spruce Head

Lobster shack lunch.
In the saltmarsh sandpipers
feeding at low tide.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

August 17: Diana Krall

It makes me happy
to hear on the radio
"Cry Me a River."

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

August 16: Vireo

No more singing.
The vireo too protests
summer's wane.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

August 15: Deceit

We don't think of Blue Jays as mimics, but they can imitate other birds, especially hawks, surprisingly well. The ones in our yard pretend they are Broad-winged Hawks, Ospreys, and Red-shouldered Hawks on a regular basis. You have to pause and listen carefully to be sure about what you're hearing.
 
Fog hides the mountain.
Unseen hawk's piercing call
or is it a blue jay?

Monday, August 14, 2017

August 14: Flagstaff Lake

Driftwood on the beach.
Imagining the town lost
under these waves.
 
 

Sunday, August 13, 2017

August 13: Bog

Losing my flip-flops
amid pitcher plants
in the quaking bog
 
 

Saturday, August 12, 2017

August 12: Lake

The song of the Eastern Wood-pewee sounds like the three-part whistle you makes when you're trying to get someone's attention: pee-o-WEE.
 
Crawford Lake
pewee's beckoning whistle
we wade right in

Friday, August 11, 2017

August 11: Lawns

neighborhood lawns
flock of free-range chickens
five grazing crows

Thursday, August 10, 2017

August 10: Hat

Sun on the sidewalk.
Little boy in flip-flops, shorts,
furry leopard hat.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

August 9: Moon-viewing

driving around town
looking for the best angle
to watch the rising moon
 

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

August 8: Primrose path

sunlit primrose blossom
replete with primrose moth
perfect relationship

Monday, August 7, 2017

August 7: Plover

The plover--and its poignant cry--was a familiar trope in classic Japanese poetry.
 
island beach
water's too cold for swimmers
first migrating plover
 
 

Sunday, August 6, 2017

August 6: Edison Studio

in the studio
she shapes in clay
what she imagines bronze
 
Sculptor Daphne Pulsifer, Monhegan
 

Saturday, August 5, 2017

August 5: Pebble Beach

bedrock geology:
white quartz intrusion
a lucky stripe for some
 
 

Friday, August 4, 2017

August 4: Manana

As the fog lifts
we can count the goats
across the harbor.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

August 3: Harbormaster

U.S. flag atop
the harbormaster's shack
blowing northerly.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

August 2: Fog

Enveloped by fog.
Atop the smokestack
unseen osprey crying.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

August 1: North Haven

after-dinner walk
doe with a fawn
crossing our path

Monday, July 31, 2017

July 31

July is over.
Cat watches out the window,
striped tail twitching.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

July 30: Painted Ladies

Morning meditation:
Watching butterflies shift
among coneflowers.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

July 29: Smoke

loosening my hair
as we get ready for bed--
bonfire smoke

Friday, July 28, 2017

July 28: Bluebird

Above the berry patch
shadow of a bluebird
slipping through the leaves.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

July 27: After rain

The rain has stopped.
Across the harbor
a cardinal resumes his song.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

July 26: Saturn rising

Summer evening--
Saturn in the telescope,
whiff of nearby skunk.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

July 25: Camden Harbor

Busy harborfront park--
much for the Laughing Gulls
to find amusing.

Monday, July 24, 2017

July 24: Moth mail

Out of the mailbox
flies a small, paper-white moth--
what's the message?

Sunday, July 23, 2017

July 23: Botanical gardens

Lavender in bloom--
among the bumblebees
pinching a fragrant sprig.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

June 21: 6 a.m.

Falling back asleep.
Red-eyed vireo chanting
his morning mantra.

Friday, July 21, 2017

July 20: Neighbors

I show him a bluebird,
he urges me to pick
his raspberries.
 

Thursday, July 20, 2017

July 20: Dawn

Awake too early.
Letting birdsong replace
the chatter in my head.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

July 19: On the lake

line-up of boat trailers
boats moving through
the mountain's shadow

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

July 18: Harbor fog

Late afternoon fog--
the red boathouses
slowly lose their color.

Monday, July 17, 2017

July 17: Waking dream

Awake at dawn.
Three silent crows
perched in the apple tree.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

June 16: Family Crow

Crows with their fledglings.
My father points them out
while we're driving.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

July 15: In memory

Memorial service.
A dog outside
barking relentlessly.