We can only hear it--
osprey keening in the fog
far from its nest.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- August 31: Chipmunk
- August 30: Zucchini season
- August 29: Merryspring Nature Center
- August 28: Late August
- August 27: Cicada
- August 26: Night out
- August 25: At the baseball game
- August 24: Paper thin
- August 23: Solace of crickets
- August 22: Prey
- August 21: Overheard
- August 20: Berry-picking
- August 19: Late season
- August 18: Dawn patrol
- August 17: Sturgeon Moon
- August 16: Racket
- August 15: Mid-August
- August 14: Scarborough Marsh
- August 13: Summer Olympics
- August 12: Meteor shower
- August 11: Summer fog
- August 10: End of day
- August 9: Lawn songs
- August 8: River of Heaven
- August 7: Clothesline
- August 6: Rainbow's end
- August 5: Already
- August 4: Alarm
- August 3: Drought
- August 2: Thinking of Basho
- August 1: Ripe
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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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