The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta April 30, 2010 2

Through green-gold leaves backlit by the sun, a scarlet flame and the slow, newspaper flap of black and white: pileated. The Good God Bird.

2 Comments

Mavis
15 years ago Permalink

re: through green gold…
beautiful!
1. Dave Bonta
  15 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks. I was thinking of Robert Frost, “Nature’s first green is gold.” It’s true.

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