Monday September 08, 2014

A green darner zips back and forth, reversing direction so abruptly it looks like a jump cut. From behind the house, the burbling of a wren.

On this date

Ten minutes before first light, the first distant, barking dog. Ten minutes before that, a barred owl’s cackle. …

Beads of rain that were shining moonlets 10 hours ago are now mere glitter. Night has shrunk to the dark iridescence in a butterfly's wing. …

Hazy and warm. As the sun climbs, the cicada chorus grows, and the field cricket in the garden chirps faster and faster. …

I marvel at how tall my tulip trees have grown, nonchalantly waving their leaves. "It was I who planted you! I who saved you from the deer!" …

cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket cricket CROW CROW CROW cricket cricket cricket crick …

A pileated woodpecker heading for the tall locusts lets out a whoop with every wingbeat, its crest like the bloody barb of a harpoon. …

A titmouse combs the dead cherry tree for insects, his black seed of an eye and wizard's cap bobbing as he snaps at shriveled leaves. …

A hummingbird defending her patch of soapwort buzzes an ovenbird, who walks back and forth on the cherry branches in his big pink feet. …

A still morning. Dew drips from the top roof onto the porch roof. Each birdcall—woodpecker, towhee, jay—is surrounded by acres of silence. …

The Morning Porch