The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta November 3, 2021 4

First frost, and the thinnest small boat of a moon riding low on the horizon with the bright darkness of its cargo.

4 Comments

Susan Spivack
3 years ago Permalink

perfect, and exactly what we just saw 45 miles east of Albany, NY
thank you
1. Dave Bonta
  3 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks, Susan. I dithered over “boat” vs. “craft” but regardless, it was an awe-inspiring dawn.
Kari McBride
3 years ago Permalink

One of your best, and so evocative of the season.
1. Dave Bonta
  3 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks. Glad you liked it.

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