First day of summer--
sitting in the rain-steamed car
eating ice cream cones.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- June 30: Alarm clock
- June 29: Oysters
- June 28: Crawford Pond
- June 27: Phoebe
- June 26: Strings of lights
- June 25: Half Moon
- June 24: Petals scattered like shrapnel
- June 23: Fog and roses
- June 22: Foods of summer
- June 21: Summer Solstice
- June 20: Quimby Pond, Rangeley
- June 19: Arctic dreams
- June 18: Approaching Midsummer's Eve
- June 17: The whole yard revolves around the peonies
- June 16: Fireflies
- June 15: Sick day
- June 14: Cannon Mountain
- June 13: Atop Mount Washington
- June 12: Green
- June 11: Urgency
- June 10: Phoebe anxiety
- June 9: Mount Battie
- June 8: Night out with Elizabeth
- June 7: Viburnum
- June 6: Reading a book on the back porch, trying t...
- June 5: It's always warm in the kitchen
- June 4: Driving home
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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.
It wasn't fair having the sun hide on its longest day. At least you got a poem out of it.
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