August 20: Berry-picking

ripe blackberries falling

into my stained fingers

words from your lips

 

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August 19: Late season

No more birdsong

up on the mountain,

just one whining vireo.

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August 18: Dawn patrol

For how much longer--

the calls of wild geese

flying upriver at dawn?

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August 17: Sturgeon Moon

Rising at the end of our street
veiled by clouds
fat full moon--what a tease!

August 16: Racket

First thing this morning

we never figured out

why the crows were so loud.

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August 15: Mid-August

Deadheading the last

of the day lilies

to a chorus of crickets.

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August 14: Scarborough Marsh

Sweltering salt marsh--

how can the plovers

already be headed south?

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August 13: Summer Olympics

Rainy day indulgence:

hours of Olympics,

cat asleep at my side

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August 12: Meteor shower

More falling stars tonight

than acorns falling

on the neighbor's roof.

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August 11: Summer fog

Thick morning fog--

slowly a cardinal appears,

slowly the head clears.

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August 10: End of day

dusk and rain falling

a single mourning dove

flying to its roost

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