The Morning Porch

March 19, 2010 by Dave Bonta

Cardinal, song sparrow, phoebe, robin… the spring chorus is already taking shape. Overhead, the calls of crows, their labored wingbeats.

July 27, 2025
Fog rising into blue. Everything drips. A hummingbird sits on a small branch in a small walnut tree, head swiveling all about.
July 27, 2024
Sun in the treetops. I try to re-find the half moon—nothing but goldfinches.
July 27, 2023
A wood thrush is singing in the distance. I shoo away the mosquito singing in my ear to listen.
July 27, 2022
Sun rising into clouds. The mob of wild garlic heads in the meadow are beginning to shed their white hoods.
July 27, 2021
Cool beginning to a hot day. I can’t stop watching the hummingbird sphinx moths, their retractable drinking straws as quick as thought.