June 30: Alarm clock

Crow alarm clock--

they wake me too early

but I get to see eagles.

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June 29: Oysters

Shucked raw oysters--

it's like eating the ocean

one bite at a time.

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June 28: Crawford Pond

Lake in the rain--

it looks so different

after we spot the loon.

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June 27: Phoebe

Phoebe calling--

such excitement at dawn,

how can I fall back asleep?

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June 26: Strings of lights

Strings of colored lights--

the neighbors throw a party

while I read alone.

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June 25: Half Moon

half moon rising, sun setting

cat chases a white moth

on the daisy-spangled lawn

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June 24: Petals scattered like shrapnel

Beaten down by rain

peonies come apart

before I've enjoyed them.

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June 23: Fog and roses

Harbor twilight--

scent of roses in the park,

boats hidden by fog.

June 22: Foods of summer

After mowing the lawn,

fresh peas and salmon,

strawberries and ice cream.

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June 21: Summer Solstice

First day of summer--

sitting in the rain-steamed car

eating ice cream cones.

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June 20: Quimby Pond, Rangeley

swimming kids now quiet

across the ruffled pond

vireo singing

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June 19: Arctic dreams

As the Solstice approaches

what does it mean

to dream of a Snowy Owl?

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June 18: Approaching Midsummer's Eve

church bells ring nine times

still too light for stars

daisies on the lawn instead

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June 17: The whole yard revolves around the peonies

They rival the moon

blousy with rain, bee-blown

I drink their perfume

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June 16: Fireflies

Misty back roads at night,

fireflies flickering past.

This.

 

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June 15: Sick day

moored to the couch

grey sky for a blanket

crows chanting a lullaby

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June 14: Cannon Mountain

Typical raven's joke:

as the tram went past

I mistook the birds for bear cubs.

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June 13: Atop Mount Washington

Spent this past weekend birding in the White Mountains with a group led by Derek Lovitch from Freeport Wild Bird Supply. Our primary goal was finding Bicknell's Thrush, a secretive thrush only found in certain alpine habitats. The first night we went up on the Auto Road in a private, after-hours van to listen for the birds singing after sunset. At the summit, winds blasted us at 65 MPH. It was a bit too windy below, also, for us to see any birds, but we certainly enjoyed hearing them as clouds lit by the day's last light swept over the summit and across the valley.

 

Sunset on Mount Washington--

clouds scudding past,

thrush sings from stunted spruce.

 

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June 12: Green

After the rain stops,

after one good glass of beer--

how green the wet grass.

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June 11: Urgency

Pending nightfall--

two cardinals duel,

distant sirens come closer.

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June 10: Phoebe anxiety

My co-worker found a phoebe nest on the ground next to our office with two fledged chicks nearby and one chick almost ready to fledge. We let them be as the mother phoebe was on hand and watching attentively. Later, during a meeting, we could hear her outside the window anxiously chipping at them and occasionally flying down to them with food.

anxious phoebe calling
while we're discussing money
what we pass on

June 9: Mount Battie

Mount Battie looms out the window of both my house and office. How busy must I have been today not to register such a presence?

 

Almost twilight

I realize I haven't noticed

the mountain all day.

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June 8: Night out with Elizabeth

after dinner ice cream

swifts chitter overhead

clearing sky a metaphor

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June 7: Viburnum

Out the bedroom window
tiny white faces
of unexpected flowers.

June 6: Reading a book on the back porch, trying to relax

vireo, over and over,

trying to tell me something

something I'd forgotten

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June 5: It's always warm in the kitchen

Where is summer's heat?

Olive oil sizzles in the pan.

I pour a drink.

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June 4: Driving home

perfect evening light
dance music shaking the car
three black cows grazing

June 3: Last night

headlights sweep the neighbor's house

a man walks past again

I pull the shades

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June 2: The great romance novel that is this green world

rain still falling

one mayfly rising

ache of unrequited love

June 1: Lush

June arrives at last--
a wet green tent of leaves
and irises blooming.