Red haze of maple buds--
my body a tuning fork
for all that pollen.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- April 30: Osprey
- April 29: Kingfisher
- April 28: Bright weekend
- April 27: Early rising
- April 26: Hayfever
- April 25: Hawks overhead
- April 24: Lifting rain, birdsong
- April 22: Lyrids
- April 21: Inside/outside
- April 20: Birds in the rain
- April 19: Hawk Watch
- April 17: Beaked Hazelnut
- April 16: Watching warblers through the office window
- April 15: Horror
- April 14: In the studio
- April 13: Rain stops, clouds begin to lift
- April 12: A little spring snow
- April 10: Beech leaves
- April 9: Vultures on a roof, and...
- April 8: First phoebe of spring
- April 7: Rooster
- April 6: Out on the town
- April 5: Harbor at sunset
- April 4: Squirrel antics at my bird feeders
- April 3: Sunset
- April 2: Lingering winter ducks
- April 1: Transition
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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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