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Friday September 10, 2010

Dave Bonta September 10, 2010

The corpse of a moth flaps upside-down against the column. Beyond the springhouse, a broken branch dangles—the leaves’ pale undersides.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black locust, moths, springhouse
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On this date

    January 28, 2020

    Back from the south to cold air, to old snow sagged and wrinkled. Mingling with traffic noise, the voices of non-migratory geese. …

    January 28, 2019

    The fast scrabbling of claws on black locust bark: another squirrel's in heat. Dead grass blades along the stream are rococo with hoarfrost. …

    January 28, 2018

    The cloud ceiling—as meteorologists call it—grows thin, judging by the sun's intensifying glow. Agitated song sparrows chirp back and forth. …

    January 28, 2017

    A few, wandering flakes slowly build into a snow squall. From my parents' back porch, the "towhee" call of a towhee that hasn't gone south. …

    January 28, 2015

    At sunrise, one shaft of sun reaches all the way through the woods to illuminate the end of the springhouse. The western ridge glows orange. …

    January 28, 2014

    It's very cold. I'm glad for the sun, which however soon begins to pulse as thin, parallel clouds move in, as regular as waves on a beach. …

    January 28, 2013

    Where a crevasse leads to an underground stream, a small hole has opened in the snowy yard, a dark ear throbbing with its own pulse. …

    January 28, 2012

    The snow is reduced to patches now, and the stream runs loud. The book I'm reading says there's no such thing as a pure white horse. …

    January 28, 2011

    The silence of falling snow. When my furnace kicks on, the three deer digging under the wild apple tree startle and run down the slope. …

    January 28, 2010

    How much better than dealing with website woes, to sit out here and watch the snow swirl—a dance of a thousand veils backlit by the sun. …

    January 28, 2009

    Like sand in an hourglass this pellet snow. Three craters in the yard—grass, leaves—from something that's trying to turn back the clock. …

    January 28, 2008

    White ground, gray sky, and the temperature just below freezing. The wind curls around the house like a dog's tail. A flock of goldfinches. …

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