The Morning Porch

Sun in the treetops. A squirrel hangs...

Dave Bonta — Thu, 17 May 2012 15:01:02 +0000

Sun in the treetops. A squirrel hangs head-down from a walnut branch to eat the flowers. My lover combs the tangles from her long hair.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 16 May 2012 14:35:51 +0000

The air is so clear, I can see individual specks of pollen. In the field, the long grass sways under the restless wings of a female harrier.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 15 May 2012 12:33:40 +0000

Chipmunks chase in the driveway. A hummingbird hovers beside the porch, sipping rainwater from a spiderweb in the tall weeds.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 14 May 2012 14:35:27 +0000

The female robin leaves her nest in the cedar and lands at the edge of the driveway, gives herself a thorough shake and takes a shit.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 13 May 2012 14:26:51 +0000

The first purple irises are opening along the rock wall, their three petals descending like the landing gear on spaceships.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 12 May 2012 14:39:23 +0000

A muffled knocking from inside the dead elm. A flicker’s head pops out of a hole and flings a billful of wood chips into the sun.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 07 May 2012 10:49:29 +0000

Under a heavy gray sky, the trees are so green they almost seem to throb. Two does chase through the deep grass, as playful as fawns.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 06 May 2012 12:01:51 +0000

Cloudy and cool. The small black ants on the peony buds move sluggishly as lovers stunned by charismatic moons.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 05 May 2012 12:34:28 +0000

Thin fog. A flicker is excavating a den hole in the dead elm on the other side of the yard, his head almost disappearing into the tree.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 03 May 2012 12:22:05 +0000

Sun struggles through the humid air: a golden glow. The leaves look twice as big as yesterday, animated by the buzzy calls of warblers.