Remembered too late
summer’s flowers
already frozen in their pots.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- November 30: That sky again
- November 29: That sky
- November 28: Winter moths
- November 27: Deck the halls
- November 26: Lucky 7
- November 25: Last one in
- November 24: Sharing
- November 23: Thanksgiving
- November 22: Thankful
- November 21: Light in the darkness
- November 20: Re-reading Bernd Heinrich’s WINTER WORLD
- November 19: Trespassers
- November 18: Crabapple
- November 17: Night light
- November 16: Being read to
- November 15: Dark early
- November 14: Winter training
- Sharing: Elemental haiku
- November 13: Snowy Owl
- November 12: Yard work
- November 11: Queen of the Night
- November 10: Pecha Kucha
- November 9: First frost
- November 8: Drouthy Bear
- November 7: Moonlight
- November 6: In the Whites
- November 5: At the A1 Diner
- November 4: After the storm
- November 3: Audubon Folio
- November 2: All Soul’s Day
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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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