Monthly Archives: September 2008

A gray, cold morning. The rusty-hinge...

A gray, cold morning. The rusty-hinge scolding of a squirrel multiplies and turns into a flock of grackles, pivoting on its thousand wings.

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Gold is spreading from the goldenrod...

Gold is spreading from the goldenrod up into the trees, here and there: walnut, elm, birch. A jay dives into the lilac: blue from the sky.

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In the pre-dawn dark, a patch of moonlight...

In the pre-dawn dark, a patch of moonlight appears for a few seconds on the end of the porch. A cricket’s one-string fiddle, slow and thin.

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Clear, cold, the kind of morning where...

Clear, cold, the kind of morning where you can hear for miles, noisy with cars, trucks, trains, jets, and chipmunks standing their ground.

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Up too early, I sit out front and watch...

Up too early, I sit out front and watch the full moon moving in and out of thin clouds: moments of clarity interspersed with bleariness.

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Where daffodils bloomed in April, goldenrod...

Where daffodils bloomed in April, goldenrod sways—a more worldly yellow. The distant hurricane makes a roosting monarch flap its wings.

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Pulling rampant stiltgrass out of the...

Pulling rampant stiltgrass out of the garden next to the porch to create a spot for a potted yellow mum, I uncover the jawbone of a horse.

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If this were my first dawn here, I...

If this were my first dawn here, I might startle at the white faces in the darkness: snakeroot. The familiar cries of a bird I cannot name.

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A warm night. With no inversion layer...

A warm night. With no inversion layer, dawn comes quietly except for the ever-present crickets. A patter of rain approaches and retreats.

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5:30. The black cat is only distinguishable...

5:30. The black cat is only distinguishable by its movement up the driveway, and only if I focus a little to the side. The sound of engines.

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