The Morning Porch » foxtail millet

Wednesday August 08, 2012

Dave Bonta — Wed, 08 Aug 2012 15:49:25 +0000

A half-grown fawn, no mother in sight, wanders through the foxtail millet and into the woods, its fading spots glimmering in the deep shade.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 02 Aug 2012 13:47:45 +0000

Again it takes a finger of sun to draw my attention to something in plain sight: the foxtail millet heads—tails?—bent low by their seeds.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 13:48:34 +0000

A finger of sun infiltrates the foxtail millet, heads turned every direction but up. Three chickadees forage in the cherry, comparing notes.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 13:09:06 +0000

Trees pop in the cold, creak in the wind. Sunrise spreads across the sky like a grease stain. All the foxtail millet is bowed to the north.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 12:54:12 +0000

Cold drizzle. The burble of a song sparrow. A flycatcher of indeterminate species flutters up from the foxtail millet beside the stream.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 14:38:38 +0000

In the dim light of a misty morning, rain-slick surfaces glow: green lichens, purple raspberry canes, the yellow blades of foxtail millet.