The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta April 11, 2023

The rambling old lilac is twice as green as it was yesterday, beginning to glow as the sun climbs out of some early-morning murk.

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Blue-gray layered with yellow-orange a half hour past sunrise. The creek is still singing about Tuesday’s rain, and the one oak at the woods’ edge…
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Clouds slowly vanish in the blue—like my own puffs of breath, but slower. Chickadees; a nuthatch. The forest floor goes from glow to shine.