While shoveling snow
I count five squirrel nests
amid the bare branches.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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January
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- January 30: After the opera
- January 29: Shopping
- January 28: Talk
- January 27: Passing
- January 26: Thaw
- January 25: Dip
- January 24: Alive
- January 23: In memory
- January 22: Conversations with Trees
- January 21: Moonrise
- January 20: Celestial
- January 19: What came to pass
- January 18: Flurries
- January 17: Otter joy
- January 16: White world, bare branches
- January 15: Dial tone
- January 14: Monhegan dream
- January 13: While we were away
- January 12: Air travel
- January 11: Last day in the Keys
- January 10: Southernmost haiku
- January 9: Impermanence
- January 8: The idea of disorder at Key West
- January 7: On the bay
- January 6: On the other end of Route One
- January 5: In the airport
- January 4: What we make of it
- January 3: Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were ...
- January 2: Post-holiday
- January 1, 2016: Featuring "guest writer" Buson
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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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