Jasper Beach--
running down heaps of stones
sea-worn, a kid again.
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| Now I cast a long shadow. |
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- August 30: Shorebirds
- August 29: Riptides
- August 28: Jasper Beach
- August 27: Sweet summer perfume of hay-scented ferns
- August 26: 13 Crows
- August 25: Summer evening
- August 24: Weskeag Marsh
- August 23: In the backyard
- August 22: Summer on the hill
- August 21: Harbor
- August 20: Summer day
- August 19: In the woods
- August 18: Tomato
- August 17: Loss
- August 16: Homing
- August 15: Rainbow
- August 14: Blueberries
- August 13: Flood warnings
- August 12: Art Opening
- August 11: Waxwings in the blueberries
- August 10: Up Mount Battie
- August 9: Sapsucker
- August 8: Winnowing
- August 7: Goldenrod
- August 6: Summer evening, Rockport Harbor
- August 5: Gathering storm
- August 4: Dusk
- August 3: Dinner at the Slipway
- August 2: Migrating shorebirds
- August 1: Sierra Nevada Beer Camp in Portland
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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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