Barred Island Preserve
Only fall's chill
keeps me from rolling in that moss,
swimming at that beach.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- October 31: Halloween walk at Merryspring
- October 30: Coffee shop
- October 29: In the face of loss
- October 28: Like rain, like fleeing prey
- October 27: Full Moon
- October 26: Walk at Merryspring
- October 25: Closing time at the library
- October 24: Closer
- October 23: Pears, Part Three
- October 22: Waxing moon
- October 21: Pears, Part Two
- October 20: Pears
- October 19: Tom's house
- October 18: Blueberry barrens
- October 17: Pleiades
- October 16: Camden Amphitheatre
- October 15: Hamlet
- October 14: Sunrise
- October 13: The randomness of memory
- October 12: Solitude
- October 11: Thar she blows
- October 10: Coat of Arms
- October 9: Reading signs
- October 8: Leaves are starting to turn
- October 7: In the feeder
- October 6: Inhale
- October 5: Exhale
- October 4: Stonington, Day Three
- October 3: Stonington, Day Two
- October 2: Stonington, Day One
- October 1: Winter Is Coming
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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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