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Friday October 01, 2010

Dave Bonta October 1, 2010

Clear and windy. Twelve crows fly sideways in tight formation over the treetops, the still-green oak leaves gilded by the sun.

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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.
A journal in poems from 2014, beautifully illustrated by Beth Adams and available from Phoenicia Publishing.

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On this date

  • April 21, 2017
    ‪A red-tailed hawk flies just inside the woods' edge, past the birches with their catkins and the rambling old lilac just coming into bloom.‬
  • April 21, 2016
    Just-opened leaves on the big tulip poplar, as absurdly small as the unicycles ridden by circus bears. Wind rustles in the dry forest floor.
  • April 21, 2015
    A red-tailed hawk struggles to stay aloft against the wind. A spit of rain. Then the clouds disappear as quickly as yesterday's hail stones.
  • April 21, 2014
    Sunny and warm. A goldfinch drops down among the black currant bushes with their half-open leaves to dip her bill into the sky-blue stream.
  • April 21, 2013
    A towhee sits on a high branch at sunrise, his breast puffed out against the cold. His rufous feathers briefly match the color of the ridge.
  • April 21, 2012
    A metallic green jumping spider, moving slowly in the morning cool, climbs from my green shirt sleeve to the green spine of my book.
  • April 21, 2011
    Even the invaders' spring is late: barberry, lilac, multiflora rose just now leafing out, the hated myrtle purpling what used to be a lawn.
  • April 21, 2010
    A scarlet bough at the woods' edge: I peer through binoculars at the first red maple keys. Deer straggle by in their ragged spring coats.
  • April 21, 2009
    Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking through clouds, a field sparrow's cup filling to the brim... April is still an unknown country to me.
  • April 21, 2008
    Shrill chirps of a truck going in reverse. Under a lowering sky, daylight seeps from the jagged blaze of forsythia at the edge of the woods.

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