The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta November 18, 2008

A three-point buck emerges from the woods, hooves crunching through the icy seep, the sky pink behind him and ahead, the blood-red hill.

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June 24, 2024
Breezy, cool and clear, with chimney swifts circling high overhead and a single raven hurtling past without flapping a wing.
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Foggy at dawn for the wood thrush’s solo. The wild garlics are beginning to raise their egret heads.
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Overcast and cool. Two deer run into the woods as another snorts alarm up in the field. Another hummingbird buzzes me, ruby gorget ablaze.
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After days of humidity, a dry high. A bumblebee lands on the sunny side of a porch column and cleans her antennae.