Two degree morning.
The river has closed its white door
to diving ducks.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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January
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- January 31: Snow. What else?
- January 30: While you're away
- January 29: Dark night of the soul
- January 28: Deep snow
- January 27: Morning Meditation 5
- January 26: Before the storm
- January 25: Heron in the snow
- January 24: Winter morning on the river
- January 23: River ice
- January 22: Morning Meditation 4
- January 21: Home
- January 20: Thaw
- January 19: Exposure
- January 18: Morning meditation 3
- January 17: Joy in unexpected places
- January 16: Morning Meditation 2
- January 15: Morning Meditation 1
- January 14: Frozen
- January 13: Half Moon
- January 12: Snow falling on birches
- January 11: Birding, Rockport Harbor
- January 10: Cooper's Hawk, Main St., Rockland
- January 9: Another frigid morning
- January 8: Cold snap
- January 7: Vole
- January 6: Ice
- January 5: The ever-astonishing full moon
- January 4: Puzzle
- January 3: The pond ices over
- January 2: After the movie
- January 1, 2015: First day, sunset
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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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