The Morning Porch

April 15, 2013April 12, 2010 by Dave Bonta

The Cooper’s hawk swoops down from the woods’ edge into the ditch and dips his beak again and again in its cold clear blood.

February 2, 2025
Cold and very quiet, with a blue sky slowly fading to white. A vulture drifts past the sun without flapping a wing.
February 2, 2024
It’s the last overcast dawn for days, they say, so I try to find something to savor in the cold gloom, among the rumbles of…
February 2, 2023
Clear and cold at the crack of dawn. A propeller plane comes blinking out of the east, banks and follows the mountain south, engine fading…
February 2, 2022
8:13. All sensible groundhogs are asleep. A sliver of sun through ridgetop trees. I look behind me at the side of the house: a faint…
February 2, 2021
The snowstorm over, it’s quiet, except for the wind. A cardinal shelters in a barberry bush, as red as the berries had been.