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Snow falling faster than it can melt...

Dave Bonta — Mon, 23 Apr 2012 14:38:41 +0000

Snow falling faster than it can melt. Unto every one that hath shall be given, says the sky: hawthorn and bridal wreath now twice as white.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 14:17:42 +0000

The Carolina wren goes from querulous chirps to full-throated denunciations from the top of the dead cherry tree. But the snow continues.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 16:30:12 +0000

Snow blows sideways and rises from the ground in snaky spirals. A Carolina wren dances on top of the stone wall like a wind-up toy.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 24 Feb 2012 16:42:03 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 18 Feb 2012 15:36:46 +0000

The sun glints off periwinkle leaves in the yard where snow has just melted. All sounds come from a great distance: crow, woodpecker, train.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:28:46 +0000

Blue sky. The snow has retreated to the northwest-facing hillside under the shelter of the trees. A train’s whistle made wavery by the wind.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 11:47:45 +0000

Out before dawn, I hear nothing but the drip of melting snow, gaze at a photographic-negative version of the woods: light ground, black sky.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 14:13:26 +0000

The wind moves snow back and forth across the ground like a restless sculptor. Trees creak and groan: a regular machinery of discontent.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 13:56:38 +0000

This snow makes it so much easier to keep track of squirrels, their mad chases on the ground, through the trees—showers of white dust.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 15:17:01 +0000

A branch breaks at the top of an oak, clatters through the too-loose grips of lower limbs and lands in the new snow’s too-shallow grave.