Book of Days
BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY
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December 30: Woolly Bear
Kristen Lindquist
Caterpillar found
on the snowy porch
curls up in my palm.
on the snowy porch
curls up in my palm.
December 29: Taking down the Christmas tree
Kristen Lindquist
Inside, newly cleaned
space. Outside,
tree in a snow bank.
space. Outside,
tree in a snow bank.
December 28: Ducks on the Passy
Kristen Lindquist
Counting birds on some of Coastal Mountains Land Trust's Passy Greenway preserves in Belfast for part of the day, for the N. Penobscot Bay Christmas Bird Count, was more of a challenge than I'd anticipated. The effects of the recent ice storm are still quite visible, thanks to persistent cold temperatures. Everywhere, trees remain coated and bent to the ground with their burden of ice. It was as if entire forests were bowing down in severe obeisance to Skadi, the Norse goddess of winter.
It took me hours to clamber around one trail on snowshoes on the partially crusted snow. The second trail I'd planned to hike was impassable--too many frozen trees in the way. The third trail was too steep and icy for me to get far. So in the end, I gave up: I shucked my snowshoes, drove to Belfast harbor, and walked out on the Footbridge to watch ducks bobbing in the falling tide.
In the chilled harbor
ducks posture for mates.
When you feel it, you feel it.
It took me hours to clamber around one trail on snowshoes on the partially crusted snow. The second trail I'd planned to hike was impassable--too many frozen trees in the way. The third trail was too steep and icy for me to get far. So in the end, I gave up: I shucked my snowshoes, drove to Belfast harbor, and walked out on the Footbridge to watch ducks bobbing in the falling tide.
In the chilled harbor
ducks posture for mates.
When you feel it, you feel it.
Entrance to the Stover Preserve. See why I didn't get far? |
The icy forest of the Stephenson Preserve |
December 27: Evening sounds
Kristen Lindquist
I can hear the cat
greedily eating
from two rooms away.
greedily eating
from two rooms away.
December 26: Boxing Day
Kristen Lindquist
Fir needles underfoot.
Cat chases
an origami crane.
December 25: Christmas
Kristen Lindquist
Jupiter shining
in the east,
a beckoning star.
in the east,
a beckoning star.
December 24: The day after
Kristen Lindquist
Every twig, every branch,
every tree, encased,
as if lovingly, with ice.
every tree, encased,
as if lovingly, with ice.
December 23: Ice Storm
Kristen Lindquist
So precarious,
our footing
in this glittering world.
our footing
in this glittering world.
December 22: Gifts
Kristen Lindquist
Against the backdrop of a glittering but dangerous ice storm, we celebrated an early Christmas with my family last night, feasting on our traditional lobster stew, exchanging gifts, and cheering on the Patriots (who clinched the AFC East title).
Bounty of food, family love.
And even the Patriots
gave us a gift.
Bounty of food, family love.
And even the Patriots
gave us a gift.
December 21: Winter Solstice
Kristen Lindquist
Participated today in the Thomaston-Rockland Christmas Bird Count. For the first time we found a Snowy Owl in our count area, on the Samoset golf course. The heavily barred bird looked like a rock until it moved. And then we found another, paler one, perched atop a church. Crows harassed it until it flew off over Rockland Harbor, a flurry of white wings and black in the bleak sky. The owl's yellow eyes shone pure and cold; the length and scimitar curve of its talons made me shiver. Such beauty, such deadly beauty. Like winter itself.
in the form of