their heart-stirring calls
an ancient poetry
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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October
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- October 31: Samhain
- October 30: Distraction
- October 29: Clarry Hill
- October 28: Migration
- October 27: Dark and stormy
- October 26: Last cricket
- October 25: Flock
- October 24: It turns cold
- October 23: On the Rail Trail
- October 22: Inside
- October 21: Cobalt
- October 20-B: Hunger
- October 20-A: Wild geese
- October 19: Afternoon glow
- October 18: Recurrent
- October 17: Moonrise
- October 16: I-95
- October 15: Flood tide
- October 14: Meditation garden
- October 13: Chestnuts
- October 12: Six crows
- October 11: First frost
- October 10: Half moon
- October 9: Rain day
- October 8: In tune
- October 7: Windfall
- October 6: Hurricane tracking
- October 5: Primary colors
- October 4: Here in the north
- October 3: Memorial
- October 2: Sunday afternoon
- October 1: Harvest
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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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