5 May 2019 (moon)

another rainy night

consulting an app

to see the moon 

4 May 2019 (sparrow)

grey morning

white-throat’s long song

with my coffee

3 May 2019 (rain)

more rain

streetlight standing in

for the moon

2 May 2019 (willow)

wanting to write it

into my script

weeping willow

1 May 2019 (peepers)

life lessons

beyond the school fence

chorus of peepers

30 April 2019 (vireo)

barely audible

over the swollen river

vireo’s song

29 April 2019 (wind)

driving away

buffeted by high winds

any road possible

28 April 2019 (butterfly)

Now that the rain has stopped, I spotted my first Mourning Cloak of the year on Mt. Battie this morning. This common butterfly was so-named for its purple-brown wings bordered with yellow, as if someone were wearing a dark cloak over a bright dress. But despite the somber name, it’s a potent symbol of spring’s bright renascence. Unlike almost all other butterflies in Maine, the Mourning Cloak overwinters here. When it comes out of hibernation, it feeds on tree sap, visiting sap wells made by sapsuckers. Last spring I saw my first Mourning Cloak of the season in the very same sunny spot near the summit.

steep mountain path

more enlightening

on the way down

27 April 2019 (kinglets)

spring floods

our backyard filling

with songs of kinglets

26 April 2019 (traffic)

rainy day traffic

memories of the ocean

within us all

25 April 2019 (pigeon tracks)

foot traffic

a stretch of sidewalk

etched with pigeon tracks