Inspired by the sign of a bottle redemption center on Route 17 on the way to Augusta:
Rapid Redemption
Turkey Vultures soar high
scanning for roadkill
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
March 30: Oh the prolonged yearning that spring in Maine provokes
Yesterday we drove to southern Maine for some birding. Something about moving through the landscape never fails to provide inspiration.
Old snow encrusting the fields retains the patterns of a winter's worth of snow-sledding:
Snowmobile trails criss-crossing--
Celtic knots
a spell to unlock spring.
From East Point Sanctuary in Biddeford Pool, in southern Maine, looking west over water, stone, and beach, we could see the White Mountains looming sharp, clear, and snow-covered on the horizon.
White Mountains shimmer--
clinging specter of winter
on the distant horizon.
Old snow encrusting the fields retains the patterns of a winter's worth of snow-sledding:
Snowmobile trails criss-crossing--
Celtic knots
a spell to unlock spring.
From East Point Sanctuary in Biddeford Pool, in southern Maine, looking west over water, stone, and beach, we could see the White Mountains looming sharp, clear, and snow-covered on the horizon.
White Mountains shimmer--
clinging specter of winter
on the distant horizon.
Labels:
driving,
endless winter,
haiku,
is it spring yet,
melting snow,
White Mountains
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
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