The Morning Porch

January 11, 2020 by Dave Bonta

Unseasonably warm. A patchy gray sky. Gliding high above the trees, a vulture, unseasonably far north.

July 10, 2025
Up for moonset and sunrise—both hidden by clouds. The dark yard, punctuated by the apostrophes of top-heading garlic, has a crow for a rooster.
July 10, 2024
Here and there, the bracken in my yard is beginning to turn yellow. A hummingbird buzzes past, pausing to inspect several garlic heads.
July 10, 2023
Clearing after sunrise. A Carolina wren lands briefly on my open book, between two haiku.
July 10, 2022
Crystal-clear and cool—a perfect morning to sit and write. When I look up an hour later, a new spiderweb glistens in the eaves.
July 10, 2021
A male hummingbird buzzes in to the bergamot patch, but sips nectar from the soapwort instead. The catbird improvises on a towhee’s tune.