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Friday July 24, 2015

Dave Bonta July 24, 2015

A wasp flying in low sunlight: hind legs dangling bright orange, and behind her thin waist the black, banded abdomen shaped like a bomb.

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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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On this date

  • April 22, 2017
    The black birch catkins are even longer and yellower than yesterday, shining in the rain. The shadbush have traded blossoms for pale leaves.
  • April 22, 2016
    Overcast and damp. A tom turkey's lusty declarations echo off the hillside, punctuated by the crisp, interrogatory whistles of a cowbird.
  • April 22, 2015
    Birdsong amid the rain. My brother's ailing dog joins me on the porch, lying down with a sigh on the squirrel's wet footprints.
  • April 22, 2014
    The myrtle that has taken over half my yard is in bloom: a scatter of blue. At the woods' edge, two blue-headed vireos compare songs.
  • 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.
  • April 22, 2012
    Church bells from town swell and fade as the wind eddies—some old hymn on the carillon. A black-and-white warbler's breathy two-note call.
  • April 22, 2011
    The sun glows faintly through the clouds like a coin at the bottom of a fountain. Three flickers bicker above the springhouse.
  • April 22, 2010
    Every day is the earth's birthday. The largest peony plant, though still uncurling, already sports ten small planets midwived by ants.
  • April 22, 2009
    Another cold morning. During a pause in the robin's song, I can hear the spring peepers' tireless ME ME ME ME ME down in the marsh.
  • April 22, 2008
    In the half-light, the faint crackling sound of a deer eating a rose bush. A lone Canada goose flies over, honking enough for a whole flock.

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