bourbon bottles' amber glow,
soft music of ice cubes.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- February 29: Leap Day
- February 28: Windows to the soul
- February 27: Weskeag Marsh
- February 26: Premature
- February 25: Thunder
- February 24: Drink the rain
- February 23: Predator and prey
- February 22: Birdsong
- February 21: Moonrise
- February 20: Indulgence
- February 19: Fly like an eagle
- February 18: What sustains us
- February 17: Early bird
- February 16: Wren
- February 15: Ripped from the headlines
- February 14: Puzzle Zen
- February 13: Snow day
- February 12: Crescent moon
- February 11: Yearning
- February 10: Itsy-bitsy spider
- February 9: Garden of Earthly Delights
- February 8: What the winter sky has to say
- February 7: A winter Sunday
- February 6: US Toboggan Championships
- February 5: In the bleak midwinter
- February 4: Owl
- February 3: Mourning
- February 2: Brigid's Day
- February 1: Mud season
- January 31: Cocktail
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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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