The tansy heads beside the porch have grown eyes: clear beads at the center of each dense sun. A faint haze of rain thickens into pelt.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: July 2009
A bluebird warbles in the darkness....
A bluebird warbles in the darkness. Eyelids heavy with hours of missing sleep, I squint into the spreading stain of light.
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A morning cold as autumn. At intervals...
A morning cold as autumn. At intervals, at the woods’ edge, a red-tailed hawk, orange light, the song of a wood thrush. Here and gone.
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Half-burp, half-grunt, this utterance...
Half-burp, half-grunt, this utterance of a mother deer to her playful fawns. Twin leaves flutter to the ground like wings of a green bird.
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Gray sky, gray titmouse descending...
Gray sky, gray titmouse descending the gray ladder of dead elm branches, pausing to swipe its bill against each as if sharpening a blade.
Tagged hummingbird, tufted titmouse
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The rabbit at the edge of the driveway...
The rabbit at the edge of the driveway seems unconcerned about my presence until a house wren starts up an alarmist propaganda campaign.
Tagged cottontail
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Bluer than blue sky, a perfect morning...
Bluer than blue sky, a perfect morning, and all I hear is a robin tut-tutting and a Carolina wren going Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
Tagged Carolina wren, robin
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The lone survivor of the yellow jacket...
The lone survivor of the yellow jacket holocaust under the porch floor two nights ago slowly circles my legs. My foot freezes in mid-tap.
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The doe with twins pauses to graze...
The doe with twins pauses to graze a multiflora rose. The lead fawn follows suit, and I want to cheer. Invasive-eating culture transmitted!
Tagged gray squirrel, multiflora rose
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High, deliberate notes of a blue-headed...
High, deliberate notes of a blue-headed vireo: April revisited. A slow floodwater mosquito dies between the heels of my palms.
Tagged blue-headed vireo, mosquito
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