Whisper in the pines
I turn my head:
not wind, but a small gray bird.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- March 31: Fisherman
- March 30: Gasparilla SP
- March 29: Stump Pass SP
- March 28: Rookery
- March 27: Blue heaven
- March 26: Captiva
- March 25: Dry spell
- March 24: At the gate
- March 23: Comfort
- March 22: Trip planning
- March 21: Hope
- March 20: First day of spring
- March 19: Last day of winter
- March 18: Phototropism
- March 17: St. Patrick's Day
- March 16: Red
- March 15: After the storm
- March 14: Snow Day
- March 13: Storm Watch
- March 12: Sap Moon
- March 11: Misheard
- March 10: Wild ducks
- March 9: To the lake
- March 8: Migration
- March 7: Heaven
- March 6: Boatyard
- March 5: Sunday shopping
- March 4: Signs of Spring, Part IV
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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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