Monday April 22, 2013

Dave Bonta April 22, 2013

The hammer-blows of a pileated woodpecker opening up an oak. Peonies are sprouting in the garden, an infant’s pink, half-open fists.

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On this date

December 17, 2017
Ground and sky are the same flat white aside from a smear of sun. Down-hollow, a mob of crows. A squirrel hurls itself through the treetops. …
December 17, 2016
The whisper of sleet falling on sleet. A snowbird bursts from under my chair where it must've been foraging and joins the rest of the flock. …
December 17, 2014
A stalk of dried grass in the yard resembles a dancer, leaf-limbs vibrating ecstatically in the wind. The sun goes back in and she vanishes. …
December 17, 2013
The curious satisfaction of watching snow erase my own footprints. Up in the woods, the woodpeckers too are busy fixing what isn't broken. …
December 17, 2012
Thin fog, as in the corners of a tintype. It seems too quiet for a Monday morning; traffic on the interstate is a faint, far moan. …
December 17, 2011
Christmas Bird Count day. I strain to hear something more exotic than crows and sparrows. A distant siren turns into a screech owl's wail. …
December 17, 2010
Dawn. The soft calls and dark moving forms of sparrows seem covert, even illicit, until the Carolina wren's alarm clock chatters to life. …
December 17, 2009
As if the slow December daybreak weren't sufficient reward for sloth, today's band of clouds in the east extend the sunrise almost to 9:00. …
December 17, 2008
Freezing rain on new slush—a metallic sound. In the driveway, the herringbone patterns of ATV tracks from last night's pair of trespassers. …
December 17, 2007
Fresh snow curls in a graceful wave behind each tire of the first car to go down the driveway. Minutes later, the whine of a car in reverse. …

The Morning Porch/Patio

The view from my front porch (in Pennsylvania) or back patio (in London) every morning, in 140 or fewer characters

Monday April 22, 2013