Slow sail past Mark Island--
red buoy, curious seal,
harbor we don't reach.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- September 30: Downpour
- September 29: Leaving Monhegan
- September 28: Lunar Eclipse
- September 27: Blame it on the moon
- September 26: Full
- September 25: Sunset celebration
- September 24: Maiden flight
- September 23: Goddess worship
- September 22: The sea's a metronome
- September 21: Morning Star
- September 20: Monarch chrysalis
- September 19: Night bells
- September 18: Monhegan: Butterflies
- September 17: Sounds like spring
- September 16: Early morning, sound of feathers
- September 15: Just before dawn
- September 14: On the trail
- September 13: Translation
- September 12: The world is new
- September 11: Night light
- September 10: Skunk hour
- September 9: River nocturne
- September 8: Wren
- September 7: Birds on our holiday drive
- September 6: Trying to grow hot peppers
- September 5: Crickets
- September 4: On the water
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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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