June 28: Fenway

Saw the Red Sox win 7-5 against the Toronto Blue Jays at Fenway Park. We left Camden in a cloud of fog and rain, and enjoyed a warm, clear summer evening under the lights in Boston, with great seats right behind home plate.


After the baseball game
fans sing along with buskers
in the T station.

June 27: Late night in the neighborhood

Drive home late, passing
man walking a dog,
fox dashing into bushes.

June 26: Rest

Chickadee pauses
in the feeder, not eating.
Rain drips off the eaves.

June 25: Heat of the moment

Seven vultures ride
thermals rising off the road.
I'm a warm body.

June 24: Hot

Ah, the sultry days of summer, how I've missed you...

No cicadas here,
just the persistent whine
of neighbor's lawnmower.

June 23: Sunday morning

I lie in bed late
soothed by passing rainstorm,
lone singing sparrow.

June 22: Pine woods in summer

Went for a trail run this morning at Fernalds Neck Preserve--the "neck" being a point of land jutting into Megunticook Lake. Clouds hung close, making for a steamy solo outing among the pines. As I hit the trail, Hermit Thrushes were singing around me, along with several different warblers, two species of vireo, and at one point, a Winter Wren. When I got close to a water overlook, a loon called from the lake. Near a wetland, as I splashed through a muddy patch, yellowthroat and Blue Jays. And as I stretched red-faced by the car, run complete, a Bobolink's cascading song spilled over from a nearby field, and a waxwing's high-pitched call pierced the thick air.

Trying to outrun flies
I run from bird to bird
along the soft trail.

June 21: Summer Solstice

The longest day, and it's been a beautiful one. After work I had a drink with my mom and my godmother, then we moved on to the nearby pizza place to chow down al fresco with my husband and a friend while the big waxing moon rose over Camden harbor. One of those summer evenings when you don't want to go inside.

Voices of children
carry through the neighborhood.
Darkness comes slowly.

June 20: Evening chorus

Tonight after an event at Cellardoor Winery out in the Lincolnville countryside, the moon was waxing fat and frogs sang just as loudly as two months ago.

Spring peepers singing,
still just as needy for love.
Midsummer's Eve.

June 19: Office music

Turn off Pandora.
A robin shares his music
all afternoon.

June 18: Burgeoning

Under the raindrops
peonies bow tousled heads,
perfume the cleansed air.