The Morning Porch

March 31, 2017 by Dave Bonta

The sound of steady rain unmediated by leaves. Civilization is reduced to a distant rumble. Tree trunks break out in patches of lichen.

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Cold and overcast, but with a broad palette of grays. Two geese go over, one silent, the other bugling non-stop. I resist the urge to…
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Sunrise. The resonant drum of a pileated woodpecker. A lone crow hops from perch to perch yelling Hey! Hey!
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Full moon over the ridge an hour before sunrise turns fuzzy as thin, high clouds move in, fading out instead of setting. A dog barks…
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Clouds going from pink to orange to yellow as the sky turns paler blue, all to the sound of running water and the whistling of…
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One degree above freezing, and the last icicle has turned dull as the eye of a dead fish. As I watch, it trembles in the…