Tag Archives: lilac

I can’t stop looking at the vivid...

By Dave Bonta | Published April 5, 2012 at 12:23 pm

I can’t stop looking at the vivid green lilac, translucent in the mid-morning sun. In the woods beyond, the laurel is a blaze of gloss.

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Rain has erased the last patches of...

By Dave Bonta | Published February 24, 2012 at 11:42 am

Rain has erased the last patches of snow. The lilac bush gives birth to a cardinal, a wren, four white-crowned sparrows and a chipmunk.

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The wistful two notes of the chickadee...

By Dave Bonta | Published February 13, 2012 at 9:57 am

The wistful two notes of the chickadee’s spring song. The gray clouds begin to turn pink. A rabbit dashes into the lilac when I stand up.

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A pair of Carolina wrens—one...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 18, 2011 at 10:34 am

A pair of Carolina wrens—one in the lilac, the other in the dead cherry—flit from branch to branch, tasting the new-fallen snow.

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With the leaves down I can see not...

By Dave Bonta | Published December 6, 2011 at 9:12 am

With the leaves down I can see not only farther, but deeper: through a maze of lilac branches, I spot a rabbit when its dark eye blinks.

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Another warm morning. A Carolina wren...

By Dave Bonta | Published November 26, 2011 at 9:45 am

Another warm morning. A Carolina wren pops out of the bridal wreath bush like a rabbit from a magician’s hat and ascends the lilac, singing.

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In the cold drizzle, a kinglet hovers...

By Dave Bonta | Published October 21, 2011 at 10:11 am

In the cold drizzle, a kinglet hovers over the faded lilac leaves, hawking prey too small to see. Then it, too, vanishes into the gloom.

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Humid, yet still so dry that the lilac...

By Dave Bonta | Published August 5, 2011 at 10:54 am

Humid, yet still so dry that the lilac leaves hang limply. In my last dream before waking, I couldn’t find the exit from an endless mall.

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Gone for just two days, I come home...

By Dave Bonta | Published June 20, 2011 at 10:35 am

Gone for just two days, I come home to find half the lilac crushed by a fallen limb from the dead elm. A phoebe already uses it as a perch.

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Random lilac, red maple and black cherry...

By Dave Bonta | Published May 27, 2011 at 12:37 pm

Random lilac, red maple and black cherry leaves have flipped over, exposing their pale undersides—evidence of a downpour in the wee hours.

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