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.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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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.
Thick fog at daybreak, as if the bright...
Thick fog at daybreak, as if the bright moon of 2am had spread a kind of mildew over the mountain. Train whistle. A nuthatch’s nasal call.
Also tagged fog, moon, nuthatch
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No trains are running. The black-and...
No trains are running. The black-and-white warbler’s quiet wheeze competes only with the distant vuvuzelas of rubber on road.
Also tagged black-and-white warbler, I-99
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Wind and water, scattered chirps of...
Wind and water, scattered chirps of winter finches, the sound of two freight trains going through the gap: exactly the music I needed.
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Dark clouds. Steady drum of meltwater...
Dark clouds. Steady drum of meltwater. A locomotive with the low note of its whistle stuck open like a bagpipe drone moans through the gap.
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Rain and fog with raven: silent, just...
Rain and fog with raven: silent, just above the treetops. White-throated sparrows and a freight train whistling at the same pitch.
Also tagged fog, raven, white-throated sparrow
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Rain and fog. Only the low rumbly sounds...
Rain and fog. Only the low rumbly sounds break through: a jet, a train. Sitting in the dark, it’s almost possible to believe in isolation.
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The moon inches upward through the...
The moon inches upward through the trees with the earth’s glowing shadow between its horns. Two train whistles converge, one high, one low.
Also tagged chickadee, lilac, tufted titmouse
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