27 June 2026 (morning fog)

morning fog

in my mind I’m going to

Carolina wren song

13 May 2026 (high enough to mow)

high enough to mow . . .

the wren’s chatter

as it clings to the suet

6 March 2026 (zesting a lemon)

zesting a lemon

for the teacake —

winter wrensong

15 January 2025 (dusting of snow)

dusting of snow . . .

the wren’s tracks erased

by a squirrel

6 January 2025 (the river)

the river rushing past unfrozen wren chatter

11 November 2023 (morning frost)

morning frost

a Carolina wren

chatters in the garden

3 May 2021 (wren)

imminent rain

the Carolina wren

in full song

3 April 2021 (wren)

April begins the lilt of the wren’s song

14 March 2020 (wren)

palmetto breeze

a skittering leaf

becomes a wren

13 April 2019 (golf)

Watching the PGA Masters on t.v. this afternoon, feeling envious of the true spring happening in Georgia while here in Maine patches of snow persist.

hot pink azaleas

and a wren loudly singing

television golf

February 22: Hopeful

Wren on the suet--

we just might make it

through the winter.

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