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Cold, gray and windy. The peony sprouts...

By Dave Bonta | Published April 10, 2012 at 10:24 am

Cold, gray and windy. The peony sprouts, up early this year, are still at the point of just untwisting their skinny red fists.

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Cold—the porch floorboards pop...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 20, 2012 at 10:26 am

Cold—the porch floorboards pop under my feet. Real snow at last! The rising sun stretches two faint fingers across the driveway.

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I bring no hat brim or sunglasses to...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 15, 2012 at 10:10 am

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.

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Wind-driven snow; I draw my hood tight...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 13, 2012 at 9:30 am

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.

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Bitter cold. An hour before dawn, something...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 4, 2012 at 6:54 am

Bitter cold. An hour before dawn, something crunches briefly in the brush and is still, as if turning over in its sleep.

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Just two degrees below freezing, yet...

By Dave Bonta | Published November 18, 2011 at 10:11 am

Just two degrees below freezing, yet somehow things are sharper, crisper, the crow’s wings like blades against the blue, its shout a shot.

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Bitter cold at sunrise. A distant F...

By Dave Bonta | Published February 10, 2011 at 10:04 am

Bitter cold at sunrise. A distant F-16: that high, harsh sound of something being torn. A few small clouds hurry off toward the sun.

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Intense cold, and a stillness so deep...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 22, 2011 at 8:31 am

Intense cold, and a stillness so deep the trains can barely be heard. A cardinal flickers like a pilot light under the bridal wreath bush.

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The return of the cold has saved the...

By Dave Bonta | Published January 3, 2011 at 8:40 am

The return of the cold has saved the last, handkerchief-sized patches of snow. In the east, a silent jet trails the smallest of wakes.

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I don seven layers of clothing to sunbathe...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 15, 2010 at 10:01 am

I don seven layers of clothing to sunbathe on the porch. My chair has slid to the northeast end, its back to the prevailing wind.

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