June 30: Catbird

Does the cat understand

what the catbird has to say?

Does the willow?

 

 

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June 29: After the rain

Salvaging wet peonies--

even falling apart

they smell so sweet.

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June 28: Island

Walking alone at dusk.
All but the island's shore
enveloped in fog.

June 27: Mercy

Heading into Portland

for some sushi.

Sign points the way to Mercy.

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June 26: Mount Equinox

At just over 3,800 feet, Mount Equinox is the highest mountain in the Taconic range in southwestern Vermont. From Manchester Center, there's an private toll road to the top (owned by Carthusian monks) which offers some spectacular views of the Taconics, the Green Mountains, and the valley between them. And the occasional wildlife sighting.

 

Matters of scale:

driving down the mountain

we slow for a crossing vole.

 

 

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June 25: Iris

Blue flag irises--

even more beautiful

near the singing wren.

 

 

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June 24: Rugosa

Wild seaside roses.

Empty bait bag on the beach

for holding summer.

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June 23: Roman a clef

bent over by rain

voluptuous peony

that same old story

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June 22: Tableau

Crow hops off roadkill,

waits politely on the lawn

as my car passes.

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June 21: Shortest night

Midsummer's Eve--

dancing fireflies in the grass,

Saturn's glorious rings.

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June 20: Solstice

I remember from high school Latin class that "solstice" means "sun stopped." It is not etymologically related to solitude.

Solstice. Driving home.
Lucinda Williams singing
"Big Red Sun Blues."

June 19: Detritus

Hearts scattered

across the bedroom floor--

wild geranium petals.

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June 18: Dawnsong

Wakened by cat at dawn

I let the vireo

lull me back to sleep.

 

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June 17: Dislocation

Brought in on the peonies

one tiny ant--

will it ever find home?

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June 16: Books

Paul's new books arrived.

I count and stack them,

while our cat sits in the box.

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June 15: Morning drive to Bangor

Long empty back roads

under perfect summer sky--

I could keep going--

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June 14: After work

We share a cup of decaf

on the back step,

count the birds singing.

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June 13: Loss

Blue sky, green leaves--
sometimes the best we can do
is just open our eyes.

June 12: Thinking about Orlando

I write about peonies

because I have no words

to counter despair.

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June 11: Missed fox

Hiker ahead of us says

our raised voices

scared away a fox.

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June 10: Bridal Veil

My house cat ignores
confetti of white petals
all over her back.

June 9: Front

This relentless wind--

all I want is to sleep

outside in the June sun.

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June 8: Walking down

Tough conversation.

Focused on lady's slippers,

I count eighty-eight.

 

 

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June 7: Grey area

Transfixed by the fog

slowly engulfing the lilacs

hiding the sea.

 

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June 6: Equilibrium

From the riverside crows calling

not mobbing a hawk

just touching base.

 

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June 5: Rhododendrons

Spent the morning at the exquisite Asticou Azalea Garden and was reminded again why I love rhododendrons so much.

 

Grandmother's rhododendron--

I hide underneath

protected by bees.

 

 

 

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June 4: Bliss

Lifting fog, field of lupines.

Seaside apple tree

humming with waxwings.

 

 

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June 3: Acadia Birding Festival

Pointing out a vireo.

Trying to keep you

out of my head.

 

Seal Cove, Mount Desert Island

 

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June 2: Bar Harbor

Fog bank off the harbor.

I walk by myself

past grandiose houses.

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June 1: Insomnia

Geese pass in the dark.

At dawn, rising wind.

I listen to your breathing.

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