Blueberry fields so red
I'd expect them to steam
in this cold rain.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- November 30: Book
- November 29: Selling Christmas trees
- November 28: Day after Thanksgiving
- November 27: Thanksgiving turkeys
- November 26: White world
- November 25: Sunset
- November 24: Maces Pond
- November 23: End of a long weekend together
- November 22: Lake Champlain
- November 21: I89 to Burlington, VT
- November 20: To Vermont
- November 19: Riverwatch
- November 18: Unexpected
- November 17: Don't we all ponder our mortality?
- November 16: Snow Buntings on Clarry Hill
- November 15: Across the bay
- November 14: Owl kind of night
- November 12: Fog
- November 11: Wind, Leaves
- November 10: Blue Monday
- November 9: Birding Portland
- November 8: Solar energy
- November 7: Barrens
- November 6: At the hair salon
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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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