The Morning Porch

January 23, 2013 by Dave Bonta

Clear and very cold. A single squirrel track crosses the yard, the footprints spaced far apart. The windward side of my face turns numb.

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The rambling old lilac is twice as green as it was yesterday, beginning to glow as the sun climbs out of some early-morning murk.
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Clear at sunrise but with enough high-altitude murk to turn the western ridge red. A lone goose flies over, honking.
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The sky lightens and the rain eases off after a full night’s shift. The lilac looks twice as green as it did yesterday.