23 September 2024 (glow of sunrise)
Kristen Lindquist
glow of sunrise . . .
warblers popcorning
among the spruces
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18 September 2024 (sunrise spotlights)
Kristen Lindquist
sunrise spotlights
a tree’s last apple
flight calls of warblers
26 September 2021 (rain)
Kristen Lindquist
the tremble of leaves
in a passing shower
migrant warblers
30 September 2019 (warblers)
Kristen Lindquist
flickering
of warblers among spruces
my grounded self
8 June 2019 (birding by ear)
Kristen Lindquist
no binoculars
the green and yellow shades
of birdsong
24 May 2019 (warblers)
Kristen Lindquist
warbler fallout
the long half-life
of this joy
May 22: Warblers
Kristen Lindquist
hearing their songs
over the adding machine
spring warblers
over the adding machine
spring warblers
May 28: Birds and blossoms
Kristen Lindquist
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| Chestnut-sided Warbler |
What's more beautiful
than a host of warblers
poised among apple blossoms?
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| Blackburnian Warbler |
Posted with BlogsyMay 16 - 18: Back on Monhegan
Kristen Lindquist
Spent the past three days on Monhegan Island, about 15 miles off the coast of Maine in Muscongus Bay. While this incredibly scenic place is an artist colony and a popular tourist destination, this time of year it's all about the birds. Monhegan lies in the Atlantic flyway and is a notorious migrant trap; many species rarely seen anywhere else in Maine show up there during the spring and fall flights.
It's still early spring out there, with leaves just budding and only the earliest of flowers blooming. Intermittent thick fog added to the chill. But the birds, the birds were on the move, impelled north by forces they don't understand, adding color, and joy, to the spare island landscape.
Manana Goats
Back on the island
goats loosed for summer--
their joy is mine.
Burnt Head in Fog
Shifting island fog
reveals in surf below
errant buoys, eiders.
Hooded Warbler
Early morning calm--
hers is the only motion,
yellow of first light.
Orioles
A bounty of orange
appearing, disappearing--
hungry for more.
May 5: What returns
Kristen Lindquist
Warblers singing--
still lying across the trail,
winter's broken boughs.
May 4: Birdsong
Kristen Lindquist
I heard the song of the Black-and-white Warbler, which sounds like a squeaky wheel turning, on my walk to work this morning. One of the earliest warblers to arrive each spring, this was the first one I'd heard this year.
Warbler song--
the warmest weather rolls in
on its squeaky wheels.