he still notices
the scarlet sumac leaves.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- October 31: Halloween
- October 30: On Trail #9
- October 29: Starling
- October 28: Ferry ride
- October 27: Foliage
- October 26: Front door decor
- October 25: Inertia
- October 24: Sick day
- October 23: Nap
- October 22: Bread Loaf
- October 21: Sky-watching
- October 20: White River
- October 19: Warm spell
- October 18: Detour
- October 17: Vultures
- October 16: Fall
- October 15: Wind in the willow
- October 14: The Magic Flute
- October 13: Signs
- October 12: Cacophony
- October 11: Sumac
- October 10: Safe harbor
- October 9: Holiday
- October 8: Rainy Sunday
- October 7: Painted Ladies
- October 6: Harvest Moon
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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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