Robin's egg sky,
garish new poplar leaves--
even the wind can't handle it.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- May 31: Camden Hills
- May 30: Morning fog
- May 29: Lark Bunting
- May 28: Bar Harbor
- May 27: Distraction
- May 26: Home
- May 25: Scarlet Tanager
- May 24: Birding basics
- May 23: While listening to woodcocks after sunset
- May 23: While listening to woodcocks after sunset
- May 22: Anna's garden
- May 21: Petals
- May 20: Apple blossoms
- May 19: Freedom Mill School
- May 16 - 18: Back on Monhegan
- May 15: Anniversary
- May 14: As the day calmly ends
- May 13: Too much
- May 12: In the mist
- May 11: Flash of red
- May 10: Bird hike
- May 9: Love songs
- May 8: As self-possessed as chickens
- May 7: 80 degrees in Belfast
- May 6: Shine
- May 5: What returns
- May 4: Birdsong
- May 3: Absent-minded
- May 2: Blue
- May 1: Frog pond
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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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