Snow starts to fall.
I warm my hands
on the hot mug.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(284)
-
▼
December
(31)
- December 31: Last day of the year
- December 30: Woolly Bear
- December 29: Taking down the Christmas tree
- December 28: Ducks on the Passy
- December 27: Evening sounds
- December 26: Boxing Day
- December 25: Christmas
- December 24: The day after
- December 23: Ice Storm
- December 22: Gifts
- December 21: Winter Solstice
- December 20: Friday evening
- December 19: We finally go see "The Hobbit: the De...
- December 18: ...and more snow
- December 17: Box of oranges arrives at the office
- December 16: Driving home, tired
- December 15: Moment of clarity
- December 14: Hot buttered rum
- December 13: Winter Storm Watch
- December 12: Frozen
- December 11: Squirrely
- December 10: Comfort food
- December 9: Getting there
- December 8: Holiday spirit
- December 7: Chill a moment
- December 6: Christmas by the Sea
- December 5: Wicked dark
- December 4: Christmas lights make the long night e...
- December 3: Abundance
- December 2: Advent
- December 1: Owl on the rocks
-
▼
December
(31)
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment