The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta July 7, 2023

A foggy sunrise. The catbird circles the house, mimicking the Carolina wren on double speed.

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November 12, 2024
An hour past sunrise, the sky is half blue. The two-year-old tulip tree inside its cage of fencing waves a last, yellow leaf.
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Sun through thin, high clouds—enough to make the last few scarlet oak crowns glow. An ambulance wails through the gap.
November 12, 2022
A lull in the rains. The transition from a watercolor world to pencil-brown and charcoal-gray is nearly complete.
November 12, 2021
Clouds scudding against clouds, and here and there faint suggestions of blue: a clearing wind, complete with the obligatory exultant raven.
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The oaks are twice as naked as they were yesterday. From above the clouds, a single clarinet note that might or might not be a…