My new glasses have some sort of prismatic coating. I turn my head and see a rainbow-banded sun rising east-northeast among the pines.
I bring no hat brim or sunglasses to...
I bring no hat brim or sunglasses to my front-porch tete-a-tete with the sun, grateful on such a cold morning for any display of warmth.
An hour before dawn, the half-moon...
An hour before dawn, the half-moon is a sideways emoticon among a scatter of bright pixels. A screensaver takes over and the yard goes dark.
Tagged moon
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Wind-driven snow; I draw my hood tight...
Wind-driven snow; I draw my hood tight. On the wall behind me, the thermometer’s big red arrow inches left like a clock running backward.
Tagged cold, snow, thermometer, wind
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Cool and damp. The low-hanging clouds...
Cool and damp. The low-hanging clouds catch on the treetops. Crows signal their locations with almost every wingbeat.
Hard frost, as they say—but up...
Hard frost, as they say—but up close, it’s spikes and needles. As if in the absence of snow the ground grows its own fur against the cold.
Tagged frost
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My brother’s gray truck parked...
My brother’s gray truck parked out front makes the house seem diminished and sad, like a boat stranded miles from the sea.
A call half-cackle, half-whinny: red...
A call half-cackle, half-whinny: red-bellied woodpecker. I spot him in the sunlit crown of a locust, round red head beside a hole.
Tagged red-bellied woodpecker
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A wren sits grooming itself in the...
A wren sits grooming itself in the sun on the peak of the springhouse roof, fluffing out its breast feathers, probing under its wings.
Tagged Carolina wren, springhouse
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If I hold my head perfectly still,...
If I hold my head perfectly still, I can watch the sun move through the winter woods, climbing from limb to limb toward the untrammeled sky.
Tagged sunrise
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