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Year: 2024

January 15, 2024 by Dave Bonta

7F/-14C at dawn. The rifle-crack of a tree with ice in its heartwood. I peer like some ancient mummy through my layers of cloth.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold 5 Comments
January 14, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Snow at first light—a silent mob of moving shadows, pecks on my cheek—then as dawn approaches, the slow differentiation of black and swirling white.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, snow, snowflakes
January 13, 2024 by Dave Bonta

After a night of snow and rain, trees rock and clatter under orange clouds. The roof drips. Scattered flakes swirl past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, rain, snow, snowflakes, sunrise, wind
January 12, 2024 by Dave Bonta

The Carolina wren who sleeps above my laundry-room door forms a one-bird cheering section for the sunrise. Then the cloud-lid closes, and only the creek still sings.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, clouds, stream, sunrise 1 Comment
January 11, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Under pink clouds, the harsh back-and-forth of ravens echoing off the icy snowpack. The creek has subsided a little but still hosts a full chorus of watery voices.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags raven, snow, stream, sunrise 1 Comment
January 9, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Snow falling so fast at sunrise you can hear it: a sort of high soughing as millions of special snowflakes hurtle into the oblivion of each other.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags snow, snowflakes, sunrise
January 8, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A gray squirrel in heat waits for her escort to chase off a rival suitor before resuming their game of follow-the-leader, now much more slowly, across the crusted snow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, snow 2 Comments
September 3, 2025January 7, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Gray above, white below: a snowbird hops atop five inches of fresh snow, noshing on goldenrod, snakeroot, and stiltgrass seeds, leaving lines of little arrows pointing backwards.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags goldenrod, Japanese stiltgrass, junco, snow, white snakeroot 1 Comment
January 6, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Heavy gray clouds, and a breeze from the east: storm coming. Something flushes all the doves from the spring—a euphony of bright notes.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, mourning doves
January 5, 2024 by Dave Bonta

One last glimpse of the crescent moon before it’s swallowed by clouds. The typewriter sound of squirrel claws on bark, chasing. It’s cold.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, moon
January 4, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Snow flurries at sunrise. My canvas sleeves become collections of daggers and asterisks—a short-lived museum of the moment.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags snow, snowflakes
January 3, 2024 by Dave Bonta

After another cold, windy night, might the ground finally be frozen? A tree wails in the darkness. From the ridgetop, long sighs.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, wind
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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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags moon, snow 1 Comment
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On This Day

  • February 22, 2025
    The sun! A robin answers the Carolina wren as a pileated woodpecker hammers away at a hollow black walnut tree.
  • February 22, 2024
    Overcast at sunrise, but the cloud lid lifts enough for the sun to glimmer through when it crests the ridge. Saturday’s snow is looking threadbare—a…
  • February 22, 2023
    Just enough thinning of clouds for a classic, red-in-the-morning wash of mauve in the east, where quarry trucks are loud with their first loads.
  • February 22, 2022
    Gray with occasional showers. Distant crows. The face that I can’t unsee in the big red maple trunk with its expression of perpetual dismay.
  • February 22, 2021
    Snowstorm. The hammer-blows of a pileated woodpecker on what must be a very hollow dead tree. How annoyed I’d be if it were a human…

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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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