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Month: January 2024

January 2, 2024January 2, 2024 by Dave Bonta

An icy breeze curls around the house and makes the big dial thermometer squeak and moan against the wall: five degrees below freezing. The whistle of a mourning dove’s wings.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, mourning doves, wind
January 1, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and quiet before dawn. A half-inch of fresh snow sticks to everything, glowing faintly in the light of a hidden moon.

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On This Day

  • December 4, 2024
    After an orange sunrise, in the ordinary light of an overcast morning, the mechanical tapping of a downy woodpecker, the slow wingbeats of a raven.
  • December 4, 2023
    A mottled gray sky all the way to the horizon, not brightening even for the sunrise, let alone for the crows with their many complaints…
  • December 4, 2022
    Still haunted by dreams I can’t remember when the sun clears the ridge and sets the clouds of my breath aglow.
  • December 4, 2021
    Clear except for two contrails, fuzzy with age. Another scrap of gray paper has fallen from the old hornets’ nest, its lines blank as ever.
  • December 4, 2020
    The snow has shrunk to a few spots the low sun doesn’t reach. In the herb bed, the only white is a pile of clippings…

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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.

What I do after I sit on the porch. One winter and spring's daily walks distilled into short poems with linocut illustrations by Beth Adams.

Header image: detail from Paper Garden by Clive Hicks-Jenkins (used by permission)

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