The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta May 7, 2023 2

Dawn. Strips of cloud redden like a ladder of blood. But for sheer augury, nothing can top a blossoming hawthorn at the forest edge issuing a torrent of wood thrush song.

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Susan Spivack
2 years ago Permalink

Love “ladder of blood,” “sheer augury,” “torrent of wood thrush song.”
thank you!
1. Dave Bonta
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  Thanks for reading!

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