Tuesday, May 31, 2016

May 31: Driving home

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

Monday, May 30, 2016

May 30: Return

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

Sunday, May 29, 2016

May 29: Mimic

Thrasher welcomes sunrise--
torrent of borrowed notes
transformed, transforming.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

May 28: Birds and blossoms

Chestnut-sided Warbler
What's more beautiful
than a host of warblers
poised among apple blossoms?
Blackburnian Warbler

Friday, May 27, 2016

May 27: Beyond Nigh Duck

In the distance
flock of gannets melts into fog.
We expect a whale.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

May 26: Washington Street

Morning, apple tree--
sudden shower of petals
as I drive past.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

May 25: St. George River

above the river
where alewives used to run
osprey curls one foot

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

May 24: Budget

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

Monday, May 23, 2016

May 23: Given

lunch in the sunny garden
cupped hands offer
she takes a photograph

Sunday, May 22, 2016

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

Friday, May 20, 2016

May 20: Sky dance

Under the full moon
we can just make out the woodcock
calling near us.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

May 19: Weather patterns

rain falling across the bay
here in the harbor
we get the rainbow

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

May 18: Backyard

Tanager singing
for hours across the river.
Time to mow the lawn.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

May 17: Anniversary

Counting birds on our walk.
Is it really thirteen years
since our wedding?

Monday, May 16, 2016

Sunday, May 15, 2016

May 15: Morning walk

Step off the trail to pee.
Blooming hobblebush
glows under sun's spotlight.

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

Friday, May 13, 2016

May 13: Sprung

First batch of fiddleheads.
He goes fishing in the rain
before dinner.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

May 12: In the window

Stained glass birds spinning
on one side, goldfinch feeding
on the other.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

May 11: Loss

Another friend gone.
The oblivious trees
and their garish leaf buds.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

May 10: Warmer outside than in

Spring cleaning--
washing the windows
before the wasps settle.

Monday, May 9, 2016

May 9: Where are the swallows?

Swarmed by blackflies
while picking violets
I welcome the northeast wind.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

May 8: Mindful

Here, here sings the titmouse
in cadence with the rain,
and we are. Right here.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

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.

Friday, May 6, 2016

May 6: Signs of spring

After getting ice cream cones
we crack car windows
to hear the peepers.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

May 5: Spring ephemera

maples' first flush of buds
favorite Stones song blasting
it's over so fast

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

May 4: Afternoon tea

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

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

May 3: Spring lawn

One by one my cat devours
spring's first clumps of grass--
oh, to eat this green!

Monday, May 2, 2016

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.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

May 1: From the mountaintop

Bay so calm this morning
we could walk on water
from here to Blue Hill.