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Where the fresh snow has just melted...

Dave Bonta — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 17:23:17 +0000

Where the fresh snow has just melted on the concrete walkway, a bright green blush of lichen. The nuthatch’s three nasal notes.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 14:54:27 +0000

The snow is reduced to patches now, and the stream runs loud. The book I’m reading says there’s no such thing as a pure white horse.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 15:22:12 +0000

I think it’s partly because the hillside is covered with evergreen laurel that this phenomenon of a white ground still seems so surreal.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 14:28:28 +0000

Fresh, deep snow on all the outstretched branches at the woods’ edge—those trees that have always hungered for an extra helping of light.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 15:26:33 +0000

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

Dave Bonta — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 17:36:38 +0000

Each blanketing of snow so far this winter has happened while we slept. How superstitious to insist that it all must’ve fallen from the sky!

Dave Bonta — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 15:38:06 +0000

Trees rock and sway, infiltrated by snowflakes flying this way and that. From deep in the lilac, the wandering warble of a tree sparrow.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:30:47 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 14:29:08 +0000

Clear sky, bright sun, and the temperature well above freezing. A crow’s shadow scuds over what’s left of the snow like a dark promise.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 13:50:57 +0000

A steady hum of traffic from over the ridge spoils the pre-dawn quiet, just as the snow on the ground sullies the darkness.