Cold rain drips in the pre-dawn darkness. The wail of a locomotive sounds frighteningly close and full of an obscure, mechanical longing.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: train
A dark dawn. As light grows, the rain...
A dark dawn. As light grows, the rain falls harder, thundering on the porch roof, drowning out all other sounds but a locomotive’s wail.
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The walk is shiny with recent rain,...
The walk is shiny with recent rain, and the west wind is damp and full of sounds from the valley: tires humming, the heavy thrum of a train.
Sunrise, and the sky is clear. From...
Sunrise, and the sky is clear. From behind the red ridge, two train whistles blow at the same time in different keys. A car door slams.
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Overcast. A train whistle coming from...
Overcast. A train whistle coming from the wrong direction. The resident naturalist stops at the corner of the wall, gets out her hand lens.
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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, stream
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Intense cold, and a stillness so deep...
Intense cold, and a stillness so deep the trains can barely be heard. A cardinal flickers like a pilot light under the bridal wreath bush.
Also tagged bridal wreath, cardinal, cold
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Before dawn, nothing but wind and trains...
Before dawn, nothing but wind and trains. In the crown of a birch, Venus burns so fiercely, even the fast-moving clouds can’t extinguish it.
Also tagged black birch, Venus, wind
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The wind rustles in the crown of one...
The wind rustles in the crown of one red oak; all the others are still. A train whistle. The light patches in the clouds fade to blue.
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The Morning Porch is three years old today! Here’s the first post. (It was originally written in the past tense, but on the second day I realized that I’d save a few characters if I used present tense. Voilà: “poetry”!)
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An hour before dawn, a high thin cloud...
An hour before dawn, a high thin cloud drifts northeast to the rumble of a freight train. When the half-moon intersects, a rainbow disc.
