The Morning Porch » snowstorm

A blue jay lands on a snow-laden branch...

Dave Bonta — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 15:59:27 +0000

A blue jay lands on a snow-laden branch and the branch breaks. An early snowstorm is like a too-hard eraser that tears holes in the page.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 14:19:00 +0000

The snow-plastered chairs are huddled at the end of the porch like sheep, and the end-table has lost its top. I pull two hoods over my hat.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:11:10 +0000

Foot-deep drifts across the porch, and the western ridge is plastered white. Above the snow-banshees, I hear blue jays calling.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:20:11 +0000

Wind-whipped snow. I imagine a pep-talk in the cloud nursery: You’re a star! You’re unique! And no mention of gray mounds in a parking lot.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 13:08:59 +0000

A spotlight from the other house gives me my first good look at the new landscape: soft focus and unlikely curves like a Playboy centerfold.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 15:00:42 +0000

How much better than dealing with website woes, to sit out here and watch the snow swirl—a dance of a thousand veils backlit by the sun.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 13:56:28 +0000

The snow’s blowing from the east; I’m quickly covered. With my new white fur I will go crouch over a rabbit’s burrow, Nanook of the South.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:03:08 +0000

Snow! Snow snowing on snow. Snow snowily snows. Snowy, snowier, snowiest snow. Snow snow snow! (Ice? No.)

Dave Bonta — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 15:18:50 +0000

Steady sift of snow whitening every twig. But my eye is drawn to the one small patch of lawn grass left in the yard, those brave green tips.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 11:05:35 +0000

At first light, I can’t get over the strangeness of a white ground below an opaque wall of woods. It’s magical, yes, but not in a good way.