The Morning Porch

September 18, 2009 by Dave Bonta

One of the autumn grasses beloved of Basho blooms an alien red at the edge of the yard. Sudden jumbled music from a V of non-migrant geese.

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deb

September 18, 2009 at 8:23 pm

good to know others are distracted by the fall of light on a stand of grass…
Dave Bonta

September 19, 2009 at 9:24 am

It’s not just the light. Jananese stiltgrass seedheads are in fact a rust red.

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