where my grandmother’s buried
covered with snow.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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December
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- December 31: Last day
- December 30: Arctic story
- December 29: Transition
- December 28: Frigid
- December 27: Fresh snow
- December 26: Driving home
- December 25: Watching starlings in a snowstorm
- December 24: Christmas Eve
- December 23: Musée National de Beaux-Arts
- December 22: Feeder watch
- December 21: Solstice
- December 20: Three crows
- December 19: Long shadows
- December 18: Upriver
- December 17: Gardens Aglow
- December 16: Sea smoke
- December 15: Squirrels
- December 14: Deer in the woods
- December 13: Election
- December 12: Bridge
- December 11: Cemetery
- December 10: After the storm
- December 9: Snowstorm
- December 8: If wishes
- December 7: Orientation
- December 6: Host
- December 5: Renovation
- December 4: Full Moon
- December 3: Frost Moon
- December 2: Complicit
- December 1: Moon
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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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