Here’s hoping that burying beetles reappear in the compost pile and deer flies stab my arms on July afternoons, Dana Wilde writes.

The birds’ three-note song echoes in memory and is unforgettable many years later, Dana Wilde writes.

Advancements in technology that we take for granted can raise disturbing questions of what it means to think, to do and to exist, Dana Wilde writes.

The trees this spring are full of birds, providing the music you were hoping for in poetry, Dana Wilde writes.

The “European hammock spider,” also known as the dwarf weaver or Linyphia triangularis, has been slowly expanding its nonnative range in Maine and causing a stir in the spider community, Dana Wilde writes.

Pondering the “life cycle of stars,” Dana Wilde reflects on the process of shining, burning out and disappearing, while sometimes becoming a diamond.