A steady clatter of acorns from a squirrel foraging in the crown of an oak. Could it be dropping them on purpose for later retrieval?
A goldfinch gone green lands among...
A goldfinch gone green lands among walnut leaves that have gone yellow. Below, a juvenile red-bellied woodpecker, nape turning orange.
Three small flies gather on the...
Three small flies gather on the top railing, wandering back and forth on the straight white road like lost commuters. Today will be hot.
A gray squirrel nibbles on tansy...
A gray squirrel nibbles on tansy leaves—how odd!—then comes onto the porch and stares at me from two feet away with dark unreadable eyes.
As the plane fades in the distance...
As the plane fades in the distance, they return: a towhee, two lethargic vireos, a chipmunk’s water-drip-steady clucks, the garden cricket.
Cloudless at sunrise except for...
Cloudless at sunrise except for my puffs of breath. A junco with bright new plumage flies out of the woods and veers past my face, chirping.
The sound of deer running through...
The sound of deer running through the woods, and from over the ridge, that highway whine: we race through the deserts of our own making.