The Morning Porch » sunrise

Sun struggles through the humid air...

Dave Bonta — Thu, 03 May 2012 12:22:05 +0000

Sun struggles through the humid air: a golden glow. The leaves look twice as big as yesterday, animated by the buzzy calls of warblers.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 13:36:21 +0000

The sun clears the ridge and disappears behind a dark lid of clouds. The wind which a moment before felt envigorating is now simply cold.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 13:42:17 +0000

Clear and cold at sunrise. A nuthatch on the dark side of the tall tulip poplar reverses course and ascends into the sunlit crown.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 13:41:02 +0000

Out in time for the second sunrise, when the sun clears the near ridge and appears among the trees, an impossible blossom.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 13:38:43 +0000

Woodpeckers drumming at sunrise. It occurs to me that they might not be telegraphing “I am here” so much as verifying that the world is.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 14:36:14 +0000

A cold wind at sunrise. Daffodils nod, while the forsythia shakes its yellow fingers in a vaguely apotropaic gesture. Hard frost on the way.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 17 Mar 2012 13:42:48 +0000

Ground fog up in the field glows faintly orange in the sunrise. Under the old dog statue, a cartoon yelp of yellow: the first daffodil.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:25:57 +0000

Sunrise. The bluebird warbles once, as if unsure whether it really will be that kind of day. The cardinal keeps singing his one good note.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 14:57:39 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 14:16:24 +0000

Dark clouds part in the west, flooding the yard at sunrise with sunset light. A log furred with white fungi glows in the snow-free woods.