Through green-gold leaves backlit by the sun, a scarlet flame and the slow, newspaper flap of black and white: pileated. The Good God Bird.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: April 2010
When I come out, I find my chair turned...
When I come out, I find my chair turned to the wall, two jets taking their trails along with them into the west, the sun’s flaming sword.
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Windy at sunrise, and the thermometer...
Windy at sunrise, and the thermometer’s arrow just past 32. I scan the low spots for frost, thinking about the oaks’ Rapunzel blooms.
Tagged oaks
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A groundhog emerges from the stream...
A groundhog emerges from the stream and climbs the roadbank. I glance away for a moment and a turkey takes his place, shining like obsidian.
Tagged groundhog, stream, wild turkey
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Drum of rain on the roof and the birds...
Drum of rain on the roof and the birds sound distant—robin, field sparrow, cowbird—the world greener than it’s been in seven months.
Tagged cowbird, field sparrow, rain, robin
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Sometime past 7:30, the birds fall...
Sometime past 7:30, the birds fall silent for half a minute and there’s only fog, a slow drip from leaves no larger than squirrels’ ears.
Tagged fog
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Chipping sparrows are mating on top...
Chipping sparrows are mating on top of the wall around my garden: she raises her tail and he rushes forward for the one-second cloacal kiss.
Tagged chipping sparrow, garden
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Mid-morning sun: I’m almost baking...
Mid-morning sun: I’m almost baking until the wind blows, cool as midnight, the chitter of goldfinches interrupted by a raven’s cronk.
Tagged goldfinches, raven
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Every day is the earth’s birthday...
Every day is the earth’s birthday. The largest peony plant, though still uncurling, already sports ten small planets midwived by ants.
Tagged ants, Earth Day, peony, plane
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A scarlet bough at the woods’...
A scarlet bough at the woods’ edge: I peer through binoculars at the first red maple keys. Deer straggle by in their ragged spring coats.
Tagged deer, red maple
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