Monthly Archives: December 2009

Snow! Snow snowing on snow. Snow snowily...

Snow! Snow snowing on snow. Snow snowily snows. Snowy, snowier, snowiest snow. Snow snow snow! (Ice? No.)

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Cold—the porch boards pop under...

Cold—the porch boards pop under my feet. A yearling doe walks by with her fur puffed out. But the stream’s gurgle remains unmuffled by ice.

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Wind roars on the ridgetop; dervishes...

Wind roars on the ridgetop; dervishes of snow in the yard. A loud rending—some trunk or limb—and I hold my breath waiting for the crash.

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Bitter wind, and a skim of new snow...

Bitter wind, and a skim of new snow fills in the dips and wrinkles, making the icy snowpack look young again. The screech of a jay.

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Yesterday’s slush has set like...

Yesterday’s slush has set like poorly mixed concrete, and the road’s slick as glass. The Carolina wren sings a song I’ve never heard before.

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In the steady rain, a squirrel grabs...

In the steady rain, a squirrel grabs an unburied black walnut from under the walnut-stained slush and carries it back up the tree.

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The predicted icestorm has yet to start...

The predicted icestorm has yet to start. Long minutes pass between the distant noise of engines. A raven croaks. The stream’s slow trickle.

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Quarry noise. What good are holidays...

Quarry noise. What good are holidays if we can’t at least have some quiet? I concentrate on the dove wings’ one-note flutes, imagine angels.

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Four does pick their way down the road...

Four does pick their way down the road, file into the woods, and surround a small rhododendron. “Stop eating that!” I yell. They bound off.

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A screech owl adds its quaver to the...

A screech owl adds its quaver to the minimal dawn chorus: mourning dove coos, finch and sparrow chirps. Snow and highway noise on the wind.

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