Oak leaves rustle--
not prophecy but squirrels
dropping acorns, harsh words.
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Saturday, August 8, 2015
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- 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.