27 November 2022 (pine grove)

pine grove hush . . .

the scattered remains

of a stone wall

29 October 2022 (pine needle path)

pine needle path the way of the whirled

14 May 2022 (toad)

toad chorus the aliens living among us

13 May 2022 (third spring)

third spring . . .

tiny white violets bloom

amid deer poop

27 November 2021 (first snow)

first snow . . .

the red squirrel’s tracks

skirt the trail

20 November 2021 (social networking)

social networking

reindeer lichen overspreads

the rock face

26 February 2021 (turkeys)

late winter woods

the silence of passing

turkeys

12 December 2020 (lake)

edge of the lake

edge of my awareness

shifting ice

November 29: Make a wish

Field of milkweed--

wishing on each drifting seed

for the Monarchs' return.

 

 

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October 4: Mushrooms among us

I've been out sick for a few days--hence the brief absence here--but this morning was up for a mushroom outing at Fernalds Neck Preserve in Lincolnville, led by the very entertaining and knowledgeable Kirk Gentalen of Maine Coast Heritage Trust. I learned a little about mushrooms and other fungi, but what I seem to have retained has more to do with poetry, I think, than biology. Like learning names that are stories in themselves... Witches' Butter, Bear's Bread, Crowded Parchment...

Learning mushrooms--
Velvet Earth Tongue speaks
from the forest floor.

May 31: Trail run

The two startled deer

move through the trees

with so much more grace than I.

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