The Morning Porch

March 19, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Humid and cool. The sun keeps finding new holes in the clouds. The woodpeckers keep drumming.

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A song sparrow singing at first light as if it were March already. A quiet trickle from the spring. The moon gapes through the treetops,…
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-14C at dawn and very still. A sound like a rifle shot as some tree’s heartwood splits open. Two distant bugle notes from a Canada…
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Dawn, and all the stream’s voices are raised. A squirrel finds a black walnut sticking out of a snowbank and races off with it.
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A crow mob on the move—their angry cries. Sun stripes the snow. I hold my head still to watch the slowly shifting points of glitter.