The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta January 24, 2010 4

A flat white sky, against which the cackling silhouettes of pileated woodpeckers flap and dive. My nostrils prickle with the smell of rain.

4 Comments

Crafty Green poet
15 years ago Permalink

this is stunning, brilliant
Dave Bonta
15 years ago Permalink

Thanks! This is one that I held off on writing for a couple hours — the prolonged percolation might’ve helped.
Ellen
15 years ago Permalink

I agree. The last week of posts are especially illuminating and vivid. Your ability to capture the essence of the moment in a few words inspires me to try for that clarity.
Dave Bonta
15 years ago Permalink

Thank you. It’s good to know you’re finding some sparks here to light your own fires.

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