The Morning Porch

February 3, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Birds flutter back and forth across the yard to drink the dark water of the spring. The frigid air glitters with scattered snowflakes.

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Dawn, and all the stream’s voices are raised. A squirrel finds a black walnut sticking out of a snowbank and races off with it.
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