May 31: Driving home

Outside the car window
three planets floating.
My thoughts elsewhere.

May 30: Return

As we ferry home
seals basking with pups.
I'd like to slip out of my skin.

May 29: Mimic

Thrasher welcomes sunrise--

torrent of borrowed notes

transformed, transforming.

 

 

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May 28: Birds and blossoms

Chestnut-sided Warbler

What's more beautiful

than a host of warblers

poised among apple blossoms?

 

Blackburnian Warbler

 

 

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May 27: Beyond Nigh Duck

In the distance

flock of gannets melts into fog.

We expect a whale.

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May 26: Washington Street

Morning, apple tree--

sudden shower of petals

as I drive past.

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May 25: St. George River

above the river

where alewives used to run

osprey curls one foot

 

 

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May 24: Budget

Head in rows of numbers.
A Merlin zips past
over the empty harbor.

May 23: Given

lunch in the sunny garden

cupped hands offer

she takes a photograph

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May 22: On the ferry

It takes an hour at sea
to shift from island thoughts.
Mocked by laughing gulls.

May 21: Zen of birding

sea breathing at my back

in the spruce boughs singing

one tiny warbler

May 20: Sky dance

Under the full moon

we can just make out the woodcock

calling near us.

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May 19: Weather patterns

rain falling across the bay

here in the harbor

we get the rainbow

 

 

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May 18: Backyard

Tanager singing

for hours across the river.

Time to mow the lawn.

 

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May 17: Anniversary

Counting birds on our walk.

Is it really thirteen years

since our wedding?

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May 16: Plum blossoms

grey morning

even a photo of plum blossoms

inspires poetry

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May 15: Morning walk

Step off the trail to pee.

Blooming hobblebush

glows under sun's spotlight.

 

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May 14: In Freedom

We were fortunate enough to eat out tonight at The Lost Kitchen, in a restored mill in Freedom. The historic, countryside setting, alongside the mill falls, enhanced a wonderful, locally sourced, creative spring dining experience. We left three-and-a-half hours later, sated, under a hazy, waxing moon in conjunction with Jupiter, the voices of frogs mingling with the sound of rushing water.

 

an exquisite meal

choruses of spring peepers

escort our drive home

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May 13: Sprung

First batch of fiddleheads.

He goes fishing in the rain

before dinner.

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May 12: In the window

Stained glass birds spinning

on one side, goldfinch feeding

on the other.

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May 11: Loss

Another friend gone.

The oblivious trees

and their garish leaf buds.

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May 10: Warmer outside than in

Spring cleaning--

washing the windows

before the wasps settle.

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May 9: Where are the swallows?

Swarmed by blackflies

while picking violets

I welcome the northeast wind.

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May 8: Mindful

Here, here sings the titmouse

in cadence with the rain,

and we are. Right here.

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May 7: Grandmother

If my grandmother were still alive, today would be her 102nd birthday. Also, she'd have been thrilled that the Kentucky Derby was on her birthday; we loved to watch the horse race together each year.

 

Your view's hidden by fog

but some mayflowers still bloom

on your birthday.

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May 6: Signs of spring

After getting ice cream cones

we crack car windows

to hear the peepers.

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May 5: Spring ephemera

maples' first flush of buds

favorite Stones song blasting

it's over so fast

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May 4: Afternoon tea

Visit with an ailing friend:
first tea, then whiskey,
because why not?

May 3: Spring lawn

One by one my cat devours

spring's first clumps of grass--

oh, to eat this green!

 

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May 2: Before the rain

With pending rain, I decided today's walk needed to be faster than my usual slog up Mount Battie. So I hit the trail at Beech Hill Preserve, which is less steep, and tried to hurry. But then I ran into my friend Brian, who walks there daily; he'd had similar thoughts about trying to beat the rain. (He posts a bird report every day from Beech Hill, in poetry form in the past few weeks.) So I spent more time than I'd planned, in the drizzle, but I didn't mind. And I don't think he did either.

Fast morning hike
trying to beat the rain
til I run into an old friend.

May 1: From the mountaintop

Bay so calm this morning

we could walk on water

from here to Blue Hill.

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