the last thing I saw
was the white tip of its tail —
fox walking away
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August 31, 2021
the last thing I saw
was the white tip of its tail —
fox walking away
August 30, 2021
tiny screech owl
tossing its looped cry aloft —
no one throws it back
tiny screech owl
tossing its looped cry aloft —
no one throws it back
August 29, 2021
garlic and crushed thyme,
caramelized shallots —
fall coming along
August 28, 2021
licking flames —
the weatherman reports
another heat wave
August 27, 2021
set a trap for me
with sweet you at the center —
I'll be right over
August 26, 2021
bent and broken stems —
circles in the garden
made by sleeping deer
August 25, 2021
another hot day —
summer revving her engine
here at the red light
August 24, 2021
a new list of roads
erased by water and mud —
we go the long way
August 23, 2021
curious fox kit —
glides away up the hill
but stops to look back
August 22, 2021
rain clouds overhead
crab apples underfoot —
in between again
August 21, 2021
water rising up
to meet the rain coming down —
hurricane season
August 20, 2021
boards laid the long way
over muddy bits of trail —
thank the ancestors
August 17, 2021
fireflies drifting
to the dark end of the street —
lovers, too
August 16, 2021
last weeks of summer —
leaning over the sink
letting peach juice drip
August 15, 2021
clouds so full and plush
they would surely support me —
now how to fall up?
August 14, 2021
clear rain water
pooling at the garden's edge —
abundance
August 13, 2021
shorter days —
the first ripe pokeberries
leave their purple stems
August 12, 2021
too hot to move
even the birds muttering
make do with less
August 11, 2021
making a deal
with tomorrow's weather —
another tank top
August 10, 2021
how special we feel!
two snowy egrets take flight
wheeling towards us
August 09, 2021
wavering just above
the wispy tops of marsh grass —
osprey chicks' beaks
August 08, 2021
broad-winged hawks
piercing the day with their cries —
Adroscoggin woods
August 07, 2021
an all-day drive
through the woods and farms of Maine —
dreaming in hills
August 06, 2021
grey-green explosions
as I cross the open field —
grasshoppers
August 05, 2021
summer soundtrack —
the unceasing whir
of ceiling fans
August 04, 2021
a roadside field
entirely taken over —
Queen Anne's lace
August 03, 2021
new convertible
its top slowly opening —
zinnias look on
August 02, 2021
our hiker calls home
from the top of a mountain —
good news carries best
August 01, 2021
thick morning fog
melted away by midday —
new calendar page