17 September 2022 (dry)

dry wind . . .

a kingfisher hovers

over pond mud

24 September 2020 (darner)

weaving the air

over the pond

green darner

June 20: Quimby Pond, Rangeley

swimming kids now quiet

across the ruffled pond

vireo singing

Posted with Blogsy

July 21: Early morning at the camp

Paul and a loon fish.

From the tallest pine, merlin

breaks the morning calm.

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July 20: Watching my husband fishing on the pond

Many thin lines

of the pond's reeds, one shining

line as he casts.

 

 

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August 1: First day of August

A new month begins, summer creeps ever onward. After a rainy morning, I felt fortunate to stand in the sun this afternoon on a creaky old dock on a pond in Morrill, surrounded by purple pickerelweed flowers waving above the water's surface and darting dragonflies. We could see little fish swimming in the shallow water around the dock. A kingfisher rattled in the distance. And after we hiked through the pines back up the trail, we finally heard a loon call--not a cry of alarm, but that simple call of a loon declaring its presence on the small, bright pond.

Now August begins.
From the lily-choked pond, loon
calls forth the new month.