Mesmerized by the play of blue shadows, shadows of trees swaying in the chill wind, over the unmarred snow in the backyard...
Shadows sway on snow,
echo river's currents.
Change is a constant.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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January
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- January 31: Roar
- January 30: Budding
- January 29: Micro-moments
- January 28: Two goldfinches
- January 27: A little heat
- January 26: Roadside hawks
- January 25: Duck wing
- January 24: Another cold night
- January 23: 0 Degrees
- January 21: Gulls at the dump
- January 20: Blown by the wind
- January 19: The Men's Room
- January 18: Ducks flying upriver
- January 17: Before dawn
- January 16: Snow falls all day
- January 15: Nine squirrels
- January 14: Thaw
- January 13: Wet enough for a duck
- January 12: Scent of the sea
- January 11: Green
- January 10: Crows in the pines
- January 9: Rainy night
- January 8: Landslide
- January 7: Illumination
- January 6: Beach
- January 5: Flow
- January 4: Red-bellied Woodpecker
- January 3: Cold
- January 2: Flash Mob
- January 1, 2013: First birds
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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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