Friday, September 30, 2016

September 30: Leaving

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

Thursday, September 29, 2016

September 29: Bluster

What the wind offers:
Butterfly. No. Yellow leaf.
And then takes away.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

September 28: NE winds up to 25 MPH

atop Lighthouse Hill
windblown thoughts scatter
flickers across the meadow

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

September 27: Disturbed soil

Island cemetery--
gentians bloom on paths worn
between the headstones.
 
 
 

Monday, September 26, 2016

September 26: Harvest of memories

Middle of the road
split-open husk, horse chestnut
for childhood's pockets.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

September 25: Sleeping on an island

Under the Milky Way
I walk slowly home
happy and unafraid.
 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

September 24: Island sunrise

Spruce tops become torches
lit by rising sun,
nuthatches the alarm.

Friday, September 23, 2016

September 23: Monhegan ferry

Waving goodbye to him,
ocean a rumpled blanket
on our marriage bed.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

September 22: Burnt Head

Above sea swirl
gulls pause head under wing
oblivious to chaos.
 

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

September 21: Blue

Shallow pond: Blue Jay bathing
near a branch full of
small blue damselflies.
 
 

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

September 20: Bouquet

After the rain, fog.
Late blooming island roses
perfume the morning.
 
 

Monday, September 19, 2016

Sunday, September 18, 2016

September 18: Cathedral Woods

rainfall in a drought
spruces hum and sigh with it
wet trail smells of joy

Saturday, September 17, 2016

September 17: Moonlight

moon rising tonight
as bright as the pantry window
what a view
 
 

Friday, September 16, 2016

September 16: Full

through snarled and tangled branches
harvest moon rising
a lump in my throat

Thursday, September 15, 2016

September 15: Feels like fall

Harvest Moon tomorrow.
Chipmunk storing seeds
in the empty birdhouse.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

September 13: Home alone

House empty but me.
The only sounds: frig humming,
slow pulse of crickets.

Monday, September 12, 2016

September 12: All life's a stage

If you heeded crows
your day would be full
of small but urgent dramas.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

September 11: Kids these days

Skateboarding teens help
a penny-sized turtle hatchling
find the river.
 
 

Saturday, September 10, 2016

September 10: Sudden harvest

Artillery of acorns
pounds the roof
of the empty house next door.

Friday, September 9, 2016

September 9: Tomatoes

"This might be it," he says--
neighbor at the door
with hands full of tomatoes.
 

Thursday, September 8, 2016

September 8: Plums

Still delectable--
rich purple, over-ripe plums
split on the sidewalk.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

September 7: Mount Battie

Shrouded in thick morning fog
the mountain is there
and it isn't there.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

September 6: Megunticook River

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

Monday, September 5, 2016

September 5: Raccoon Beach

as if etched with runes
beach stones with cool striations--
ocean's ancient spells
 
 

September 4: In the channel

Noisy fishing seals--
not knowing we're there
a woman snorts back at them.
 
 

Saturday, September 3, 2016

September 3: Beach stones

sea worn stones underfoot
striped ones bring luck
but I keep the heart-shaped one
 
 

Friday, September 2, 2016

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

Thursday, September 1, 2016

September 1: Route One

Hard to keep eyes on the road
with such a sunset
flaring overhead.