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Month: October 2015

October 3, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Cold rain blowing sideways. The walnut trees behind the house have shed their leaves, unveiling a still-heavy ordnance of green orbs.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black walnut, rain, wind
October 2, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Cold, overcast and dreary. A warbler on migration-layover darts through the porch, inches from my face—a flash of black and yellow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fall warblers
October 1, 2015 by Dave Bonta

In the green and yellow woods, here and there a red branch. But the kinglets in the birches hide their ruby crowns under olive-green shocks.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black birch, fall foliage, ruby-crowned kinglet 1 Comment
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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.

What I do after I sit on the porch. One winter and spring's daily walks distilled into short poems with linocut illustrations by Beth Adams.

Header image: detail from Paper Garden by Clive Hicks-Jenkins (used by permission)

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