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.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: stream
The dark-eyed juncos flock to the two...
The dark-eyed juncos flock to the two dark wounds in all this white: the plowed road’s bare stone and the thin, quiet trickle of a stream.
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Cloudless at sunrise, and the yard...
Cloudless at sunrise, and the yard a-glitter with frost. It’s dead silent, save for the stream’s gurgle and a raven croaking high overhead.
Gurgle of the stream in my left ear...
Gurgle of the stream in my left ear, titmice in my right. The crunch of gravel as my dad’s Honda pulls up, silvery blue as new ice.
Also tagged cars, tufted titmouse
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The ground is still saturated from...
The ground is still saturated from Tuesday’s rain. Through the hole in my yard, the sound of the underground stream’s insurgent song.
Days of rain, and the stream is only...
Days of rain, and the stream is only a gurgle. Even as the sky clears, in the woods the rain is still making its slow way to the ground.
Also tagged rain
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Fog and the sound of water rushing...
Fog and the sound of water rushing in the ditches, woodpeckers of every caliber. The thermometer says cold, but somehow the air feels warm.
Also tagged fog
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Cold and quiet. Two phoebes are refurbishing...
Cold and quiet. Two phoebes are refurbishing the nest under the springhouse eaves, going to the stream and returning with beaks full of mud.
Also tagged phoebe, springhouse
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The ground is mostly bare again, but...
The ground is mostly bare again, but the wind is salted with more fine flakes. Water thunders in every ditch. A freight train wails.
Also tagged flood, rain, snow, train
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Three days past the last rain, the...
Three days past the last rain, the creek sings in a lower key, like a boy turning into a man. Free of silt, it’s learning how to be blue.
