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Sunday March 09, 2014

Dave Bonta March 9, 2014

The resident naturalist emerges from the woods, white slacks and dark blue coat a perfect camouflage against the new snow and blue shadows.

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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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  • April 23, 2017
    ‪I sit with my feet propped on the top railing as usual. A chickadee with a beak full of grass lands on my boots and hops from toe to toe.‬
  • April 23, 2016
    The black birches are in blossom—gray catkins dangling like understated feather boas. Nothing like the wild pear tree's blaring white.
  • April 23, 2015
    Scattered snowflakes. On the back slope, a gray tabby cat is stalking voles, head swiveling to follow each ripple of wind in the grass.
  • April 23, 2014
    Cold winds stir the leaves on the forest floor in lieu of anything better. A towhee seeks the shelter of the lilac for her own rummaging.
  • April 23, 2013
    Clear—but how clear? I notice a faint haze in the sky near the sun. Off in the woods, the white cloud of another shadbush coming into bloom.
  • April 23, 2012
    Snow falling faster than it can melt. Unto every one that hath shall be given, says the sky: hawthorn and bridal wreath now twice as white.
  • April 23, 2011
    Four gray squirrels interrupt their chasing to scold the feral cat—a Two Minutes' Hate. In the corner of my eye, the zip of a winter wren.
  • April 23, 2010
    Mid-morning sun: I'm almost baking until the wind blows, cool as midnight, the chitter of goldfinches interrupted by a raven's cronk.
  • April 23, 2009
    A moment of sunlight illuminates the yard. Water seeps from the mountain's every pore. The starling is doing its best to talk like a duck.
  • April 23, 2008
    A male starling—a rarity here—lands among the cherry blossoms, iridescent black feathers speckled with white. He gargles musically.

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