Driving home from an evening meeting tonight, the Big Dipper rose above the road, standing on the end of its handle.
Big Dipper tipped up--
the whole night sky
spilling out over the fields.
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- February 26: Last night, Full Moon
- February 25: Morning shoveling
- February 24: Curling
- February 23: Cheese
- February 22: Sushi
- February 21: Prayer flags
- February 20: Birthday Robins
- February 19: Elephants
- February 18: More wind
- February 17: Gale
- February 16: Sunrise
- February 15: Lengthening days
- February 14: Valentine's Day
- February 13: Inside/outside
- February 12: Ice
- February 11: At work
- February 10: Blue sky, white snow
- February 9: Blizzard aftermath
- February 8: Creaking trees
- February 7: Big Dipper
- February 6: Supplication
- February 5: Downtown eagle
- February 4: White goose
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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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