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Saturday October 01, 2016

Dave Bonta October 1, 2016

Mist turns into drizzle. A small, filmy-winged fly drifts back and forth across the yard, heedless as a texting teen. A goldfinch monologue.

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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 20, 2017
    ‪The rhyming couplets of a brown thrasher. A blue-headed vireo's dreamy soliloquy. When the sun comes out, raindrops glisten on every twig.‬
  • April 20, 2016
    A gnatcatcher crosses the yard. Its flight as erratic as a butterfly's is punctuated by the briefest of pauses to ingest its eponymous prey.
  • April 20, 2015
    A dull-gray morning full of the rattling of woodpeckers. A bluebird lands on a branch in the yard like an emissary from the weekend.
  • April 20, 2014
    A Chinook helicopter flies low over the trees, with its twin rotors like a pair of malignant insects mating in flight, gravid with soldiers.
  • April 20, 2013
    A few degrees above freezing. The sun's still shining when the snow begins to fall, small flakes sifting down through the flowering trees.
  • April 20, 2012
    A half-grown rabbit emerges from the rosebush and pauses in the middle of the blue driveway to shake its head and scratch behind its ears.
  • April 20, 2011
    Where the moon had glowed through ground fog at 4:00, now the sun glimmers. Four ruby-crowned kinglets flutter in and out of the lilac.
  • April 20, 2010
    Sun filtered by thin cirrostratus clouds. The hawk's shadow is soft as a squirrel's tail, but it still sets off all the alarms.
  • April 20, 2009
    Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness is impossible with so many variations on yellow: spicebush, forsythia, daffodils, pussy willow.
  • April 20, 2008
    Now that I know there are bears about, every snapping twig gets my attention. The cherry tree's pink with swollen buds. A rumble of thunder.

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