The Morning Porch

April 17, 2019 by Dave Bonta

A blush of blossoms on the ancient red maple, one of my most important teachers when I was young and learning to climb—on branches now gone.

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June 3, 2025
A lurid sun glimmers through high-altitude haze. Somewhere in the deep grass a hen turkey calls to her poults, as goldfinches party it up in the treetops.
June 3, 2024
Cool and overcast, without a breath of wind. A branch breaks under the weight of a squirrel, who leaps to safety. A cerulean warbler and a field sparrow trade licks.
June 3, 2022
A front blew in overnight and now it’s gorgeous and cool. Strong sunlight infiltrates the forest. The common bird calls sound symphonic.
June 3, 2021
First light. Near where the stream gurgles under the road, a song sparrow sings a dream version of his usual song.
June 3, 2020
Thunderstorm just past, many leaves on the maple and black cherry trees remain upside-down, like pale, open palms turned toward the sky.