The wind moves snow back and forth across the ground like a restless sculptor. Trees creak and groan: a regular machinery of discontent.
Snow in progress: curtains that fall...
Snow in progress: curtains that fall and fall until they become the show itself. A nuthatch like a prompter—its anxious calls.
Tagged nuthatch, snowflakes, snowstorm
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This snow makes it so much easier to...
This snow makes it so much easier to keep track of squirrels, their mad chases on the ground, through the trees—showers of white dust.
Tagged gray squirrel, snow
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A branch breaks at the top of an oak...
A branch breaks at the top of an oak, clatters through the too-loose grips of lower limbs and lands in the new snow’s too-shallow grave.
Tagged oaks, snow
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Flat white sky and a long, low rip...
Flat white sky and a long, low rip of sound: some military jet. The first flakes drift back and forth, as if unsure of their destination.
Tagged jet, snowflakes
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The deep, soulful croak of a raven...
The deep, soulful croak of a raven high above the ridge, side by side with its mate, heading east. Far behind them, a rabble of crows.
Another cloudless morning, marred only...
Another cloudless morning, marred only by the high whine of traffic. My neighbor calls with news of a bald eagle on the carcass of a deer.
Tagged bald eagle, I-99
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A thousand blemishes sparkle on the...
A thousand blemishes sparkle on the side of the white porch column perpendicular to the sun. A red-bellied woodpecker trills and trills.
Tagged red-bellied woodpecker
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A wool-gray sky. This is not the blue...
A wool-gray sky. This is not the blue morning we were promised! But tell it to the bluebirds warbling above the garage.
Tagged bluebird
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Is it overcast or sunny, warm or cold...
Is it overcast or sunny, warm or cold? I don’t even notice. The line crew is back, and they’ve chainsawed the top off a dwarf pear tree.
Tagged chainsaw, pear tree
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