The Morning Porch

November 16, 2020 by Dave Bonta

A cold front roared in overnight. Now the wind has dropped and the clouds are clearing out. Tall goldenrod stalks shake their gray heads.

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Snow starts in the gray dawn of a quiet Sunday, small flakes falling thickly, turning the road white again. Distant sirens. A squirrel crouches on…
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First light. White lines crisscross the dark edge of the woods: snow on trees. I stick my hand out to feel it falling, flakes as…
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Steady, hard rain blurring the transition from night to day. How much silence there’d be if it were snow. How much more light.
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The sun rose before I did, turning every snowbound tree into a gnomon. The tall pines are soughing, though my breath rises straight up.
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Watching snowflakes, I start to wonder whether any are making it to the ground at all. Are they just the same flakes circling the house?