Just inside the woods’ edge, three mushrooms weather the downpour, umbrellas for no one. The soaked bark of a maple turns patchy blue.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: June 2009
Wood thrush, when you go back to Honduras...
Wood thrush, when you go back to Honduras, don’t just forage in the campo. Sing like you do here. Let them know how we mourn.
Tagged wood thrush
Comments Off
The pasture rose in front of my wall...
The pasture rose in front of my wall bears two white blossoms: bindweed raising its flared trumpets to the white sky. The smell of rain.
Tagged bindweed, catbird, pasture rose
Comments Off
The red climbing rose is just coming...
The red climbing rose is just coming into bloom, but it’s the garlic tops I’m admiring, those coiled green snakes with the heads of birds.
Comments Off
Bright sunshine after a night of thunderstorms...
Bright sunshine after a night of thunderstorms. Four deer—two does and two fawns—run through the steaming woods.
Tagged deer
Comments Off
Beside the springhouse, the twittering...
Beside the springhouse, the twittering zoom of a hummingbird’s courtship dive: from sunlight into cattail shadows and back. Tanager song.
Tagged cattails, hummingbird, scarlet tanager, springhouse
Comments Off
Another cloudless, cool morning. Two...
Another cloudless, cool morning. Two large craneflies joined back-to-back like Dr. Doolittle’s pushmi-pullyu float sedately past.
Tagged cranefly
Comments Off
The catbird sails in and out of the...
The catbird sails in and out of the lilac without interrupting his stream of song. Oak leaves glossy as mirrors; the sky so blue it hurts.
Tagged catbird, lilac, stream, tufted titmouse
Comments Off
Soft applause from the road bank: a...
Soft applause from the road bank: a doe’s ears flapping as she shakes her head to chase away the flies.
Tagged deer, deerflies, springhouse
Comments Off
Up early enough to catch the end of...
Up early enough to catch the end of the shortest night of the year, alive with wind and gurgling water, fireflies, a lone spring peeper.
Tagged gray squirrel, spring peeper
Comments Off
