At the field's edge--
restless sparrows rustling
in the dying asters.
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- October 31: Halloween
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- October 29: Maple tree
- October 28: Almost Halloween
- October 27: Rising wind
- October 26: Clarry Hill
- October 25: Greenery
- October 24: Crows at dusk
- October 23: Reflex
- October 21: Rain ahead
- October 20: Bare branches, bare arms in the cold
- October 19: Winter is coming
- October 18: Schoodic Head Trail
- October 17: Schoodic
- October 16: Pears
- October 15: Warm Spell
- October 14: My grandfather would be 99 today
- October 13: Autumn day trip
- October 12: Autumn Zen
- October 11: Date night
- October 10: Color
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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.
Lovely! I can hear this poem. Congratulations on your Postmark Poetry Award, clearly well deserved.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sarah!
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