September 30: Leaving

Flowers tossed in boat's wake.
I watch the dock
until it's too small to see.

September 29: Bluster

What the wind offers:

Butterfly. No. Yellow leaf.

And then takes away.

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September 28: NE winds up to 25 MPH

atop Lighthouse Hill

windblown thoughts scatter

flickers across the meadow

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September 27: Disturbed soil

Island cemetery--

gentians bloom on paths worn

between the headstones.

 

 

 

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September 26: Harvest of memories

Middle of the road

split-open husk, horse chestnut

for childhood's pockets.

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September 25: Sleeping on an island

Under the Milky Way

I walk slowly home

happy and unafraid.

 

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September 24: Island sunrise

Spruce tops become torches

lit by rising sun,

nuthatches the alarm.

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September 23: Monhegan ferry

Waving goodbye to him,

ocean a rumpled blanket

on our marriage bed.

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September 22: Burnt Head

Above sea swirl

gulls pause head under wing

oblivious to chaos.

 

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September 21: Blue

Shallow pond: Blue Jay bathing

near a branch full of

small blue damselflies.

 

 

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September 20: Bouquet

After the rain, fog.

Late blooming island roses

perfume the morning.

 

 

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September 19: After rain, fog. As if an island weren't isolating enough.

Island hushed with fog,

the village in silhouette--

I take a deep breath.

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September 18: Cathedral Woods

rainfall in a drought

spruces hum and sigh with it

wet trail smells of joy

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September 17: Moonlight

moon rising tonight

as bright as the pantry window

what a view

 

 

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September 16: Full

through snarled and tangled branches

harvest moon rising

a lump in my throat

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September 15: Feels like fall

Harvest Moon tomorrow.

Chipmunk storing seeds

in the empty birdhouse.

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September 14: New Orleans

He texts a photo

of the moon rising

over the Mississippi.

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September 13: Home alone

House empty but me.

The only sounds: frig humming,

slow pulse of crickets.

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September 12: All life's a stage

If you heeded crows

your day would be full

of small but urgent dramas.

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September 11: Kids these days

Skateboarding teens help

a penny-sized turtle hatchling

find the river.

 

 

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September 10: Sudden harvest

Artillery of acorns

pounds the roof

of the empty house next door.

September 9: Tomatoes

"This might be it," he says--

neighbor at the door

with hands full of tomatoes.

 

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September 8: Plums

Still delectable--

rich purple, over-ripe plums

split on the sidewalk.

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September 7: Mount Battie

Shrouded in thick morning fog

the mountain is there

and it isn't there.

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September 6: Megunticook River

Stone in the river
wearing moss so thick
wildflowers sprout from it.

September 5: Raccoon Beach

as if etched with runes

beach stones with cool striations--

ocean's ancient spells

 

 

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September 4: In the channel

Noisy fishing seals--

not knowing we're there

a woman snorts back at them.

 

 

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September 3: Beach stones

sea worn stones underfoot

striped ones bring luck

but I keep the heart-shaped one

 

 

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September 2: Pesto

Given a bunch of basil this morning by our neighbor, I embarked on making pesto for the first time in about 25 years.

I wonder where he is
the boy who first taught me
how to make pesto

September 1: Route One

Hard to keep eyes on the road

with such a sunset

flaring overhead.

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