The Morning Porch

October 29, 2008 by Dave Bonta

The first snow of the season blows sideways through the thinning woods. All the roofs are white, white—sudden colonies of the sky.

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Half an inch of wet snow has turned things white again, if not for long: the wind blows clumps of snow from the trees. The…
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After a bright sunrise, the clouds move in, one settling among the trees. The creek sounds more sober now, and here and there, the grass…
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Moon low in the west, as bright as a searchlight. Two silent crows fly over the house. The clouds’ bellies begin to glow.
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Back to more typical March weather, gloomy and cold. The stream gurgles low, the wren gurgles high, and two crows wing their way in silence…
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Cardinal song from the woods’ edge, but where’s the cardinal? Leaving the porch, I spot him—in a yard tree. I’d been listening to the echo.