The Morning Porch

December 26, 2013 by Dave Bonta

The snow seems on the verge of stopping for several hours. The trees turn white. My guests go out and return with snow in their hair.

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My first morning back since the New Year: clear, still, and bitter cold. The stream’s gurgle. The enthusiasm of small birds for the sunrise.
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Rising late, I catch the last of some new-snow magic dripping from the eaves. Friends arrive bearing sauerkraut.