September 30: Home again

In the washing machine

a small chestnut

pocketed on the island.

September 29: Rough seas

Leaving the island--

drenched with sea spray

I'm turning to salt

September 28: Last night

Last night on the island--

the sea too sighs

in the starry dark.

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September 27: Siskins

All day the flock grows

shifts and calls, bells overhead

chiming in the spruces.

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September 26: Porpoise

Boat around the island--

our dreams of water

manifest as porpoises.

 

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September 25: And sunrise

Monhegan sunrise--

the day begins with beauty

and small birds flying.

 

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September 24: Sunset

Sunset on Monhegan--

the gulls don't notice

what's happening to the sky.

 

 

 

 

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September 23: Butterflies everywhere

Admiring the asters

I'm a Disney princess

surrounded by Monarchs.

 

 

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September 22: Bluster

Friends shelter from gusts,

gulls spreading overhead--

stiff winds, cocktails.

 

 

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September 21: In the fog

Foggy island night--

lamplit window beckons.

Early to bed.

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September 20: Harbored

Wind-stirred surf.

Swirl of fish feeding

under wharf lights.

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September 18: Island night

North Star overhead,

chip notes of migrants

on the cold night wind.

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September 17: Apples

tiny, perfect apple--
all of fall in three small bites
bittersweet

September 16: Androscoggin River

Palimpsest of clouds

floating above reflected in

the Androscoggin.

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September 15: Constant chatter of crows

Staff meeting--
announcements of crows
in the pines next-door

September 14: Moosehead

First maples show red

at the marsh's edge

where this morning a moose passed.

September 13: Aurora Borealis

Up on Beech Hill--

beer bottles from last night's

aurora viewing party.

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September 12: Morning loon

Before my alarm--
calls of the loon
flying upriver at dawn.

September 11: Vultures

Twelve soaring vultures--
celebrating thermals
or something dead below.

September 10: Creature comfort

Furnace still turned off.
Cat curls on my husband's lap,
I curl under down.

September 9: Fall in the air

Overhead in the dark
the sounds of geese flying.
We close the windows.

September 8: Classic

Rooster crowing,

setting moon through pines--

I wake to a poem.

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September 7: Before dawn

Awake before dawn

imagining morning flight,

owl calling nearby.

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September 6: The tyranny of lawn-mowing

Sorry, crickets,
to disrupt your morning
with the lawnmower.

September 5: Doldrums

Trying to stay cool
in my sun-heated office.
Swimmer on the river.

September 4: Camden Harbor

Under the waxing moon--

rows of rowboats

and a big white yacht.

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September 3: Steamy morning

Mist-shrouded sunrise--

I listen to crickets

by the bedroom window.

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September 2: The Fog

We can't see the harbor
from our window seats.
Glass of dry red wine.

September 1: Beth's Farmstand

Rows of chrysanthemums,
last of the blueberries,
first of the apples.

August 31: Boot Head Preserve

On the final day of our birding tour in Down East Maine, we visited Maine Coast Heritage Trust's Boot Head Preserve in Lubec, which features a bog, moss-carpeted forest, a dramatic coastline, ripe berries along the trails, and birds--including the elusive Boreal Chickadee.

Hiking Boot Head Trail--
pulled forward by unseen birds,
distant surf, foghorn.