After yesterday's snow storm, shoveling the office walkways this morning with my co-workers...
Scrape of shovel,
faint crackle of ice
sprinkled with salt.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- December 31: Tracks
- December 30: Blowing snow
- December 29: Misty mountaintop fadeaway
- December 28: Clearing
- December 27: Riders on the storm
- December 26: Ice
- December 25: Gifts for the cat
- December 24: Pilgrimage to the Star
- December 23: Rainbows
- December 22: Grosbeaks to start
- December 21: End of the world
- December 20: Crows and donut
- December 19: Cake
- December 18: Counting ravens
- December 17: Green man in snow
- December 16: In focus
- December 15: Grooming cat
- December 14: Tree
- December 13: Stars again
- December 12: Night sky
- December 11: Hope
- December 10: Snow and rain
- December 9: Ducktrap inlet
- December 6: Power lines
- Moon-Viewing at 50 MPH
- December 5: Western warbler
- December 4: Pressed tin
- December 3: Septentrional
- December 2: Winter mist
- December 1: A-tap-tap-tapping
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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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