May 2: Blue

There's the blue through spruces

that is sky

and the blue that's sea.

 

 

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May 1: Frog pond

My husband and I are spending the weekend at the Schoodic Institute, part of Acadia National Park in Down East Maine. This afternoon before dinner we walked through spruce woods to a small pond filled with singing frogs. They quieted when we showed up but eventually started up again, enveloping us in a music so loud we could feel the sound vibrate in our jaw bones. Our ears hurt by the time we left. Overhead, a raven chortled, used to it all.

 

Old frog pond--

we wait long enough

for the chorus to resume.

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April 30: More about the cat and spring

Released from the house

the cat dashes, frantic

to roll on the lawn.

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April 29: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Stopping for a hen in the road--

it's not just the old joke

that makes me smile.

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April 28: Wind and rain

Roof tiles on the lawn--

arbitrary gusts of wind

make me restless also.

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April 27: First greens

Bright green sprouting chives--

not surprised the restless cat

wants to graze on them.

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April 26: Beth's Farmstand

The farmstand's open--

spring's first baby radishes

for dinner tonight.

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April 25: Overheard

Overheard at the conference:

"So, my neighbor has

only one peacock..."

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April 24: Cathance River

High water. On the banks:

tight buds of mayflowers,

single kinglet singing.

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April 23: Whistling

I thought he was whistling

as he walked up the walk

but it was a robin.

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April 22: Watching the Sox

Baseball on tv--

the bright green diamond, the lights,

it could be summer.

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