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Book of Days
A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
Saturday, March 31, 2018
March 31: Pink Moon
spring’s first full moon
a big gold egg
rising over the harbor
Friday, March 30, 2018
March 30: Mist
spring shower
ducks already pairing up
on the misty river
Thursday, March 29, 2018
March 29: Loon
almost ice-out
calls overhead of a loon
flying inland
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
March 28: Feather
careful not to step on it
perfect pigeon feather
revealed by snowmelt
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
March 27: Eagle
arms full of groceries
looked up just in time
to see an eagle soar past
Monday, March 26, 2018
March 26: Finally, flowers
southern exposure
where the snow has melted
crocus are blooming
Sunday, March 25, 2018
March 25: Distraction
distracted at my desk
squirrel acrobatics
among bare branches
Saturday, March 24, 2018
March 24: Melting
startled after dark
by the soft sounds of snow
sliding off the roof
Friday, March 23, 2018
March 23: Mob
the crows are yelling
to come see an owl
but I’m late for work
Thursday, March 22, 2018
March 22: Crocus
little girl in boots
crushing crocus flowers
under a crust of snow
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
March 21: Vernal Equinox
first day of spring
nothing leaves a mark
on the packed snow
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
March 20: Raven
far from the desert
is the same raven soaring
over these snowy fields
Monday, March 19, 2018
March 19: Departure
sense of loss
driving to the airport
roadside memorials
Sunday, March 18, 2018
March 18: Ocotillo
desert morning
raising arms to the rising sun
ocotillo
Saturday, March 17, 2018
March 17: Madera Canyon
canyon meditation
following morning sunlight
down the slopes
Friday, March 16, 2018
March 16: Box Canyon
winding canyon road
we pull over
to let three cows pass
March 15: Cottonwoods
wisdom from old cottonwoods:
send roots deep in dry times,
practice self-pruning
Thursday, March 15, 2018
March 14: Grasslands sunrise
greeting the sunrise
with a much louder welcome
soaring raven
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
March 13: Saguaro NP
cactus forest
following songs of sparrows
losing myself
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
March 12: Sabino Canyon
in the canyon
listening for owls
after dinner
Monday, March 12, 2018
March 11: Vermillion
walk with a friend
vermillion flycatcher
flashing in the mesquite
Saturday, March 10, 2018
March 10: Lunch in Tucson
tacos al fresco
in bloom over our table
big fat red rose
March 9: Travel
air time travel
regaining two hours of my life
when I step off the plane
Thursday, March 8, 2018
March 8: Snowdrop
under all that fresh snow
first tendrils of snowdrops
that had just appeared
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
March 7: Winter travel
change of plans
single crow on a bare branch
under falling snow
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
March 6: Weather
change of weather
the look on his face
when I get home
Monday, March 5, 2018
March 5: March is the cruelest month
not really spring
binge-eating Girl Scout cookies
with low-fat milk
Sunday, March 4, 2018
March 4: Classics
who are our gods now
cold night alone
re-reading the Odyssey
Saturday, March 3, 2018
March 3: Storm surge
storm surge
everyone posting photos
of things underwater
Friday, March 2, 2018
March 2: Worm Moon
happy hour
watching from the bar
as the full moon rises
Thursday, March 1, 2018
March 1: At the gym
post-surgery
he counts the laps
til he’s walked a mile
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March 26: Finally, flowers
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March 24: Melting
March 23: Mob
March 22: Crocus
March 21: Vernal Equinox
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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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