The Morning Porch

August 11, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cool as an October morning. Treetop oak leaves turn orange in the sunrise. All the crows wake up.

November 30, 2024
Bitter cold and still at dawn, as the first silouette of a squirrel emerges from its nest of sticks and leaves high in the limbs…
November 30, 2023
An aging contrail stretches toward a sun half-hidden by cloud—fuzzy point at the end of an exclamation mark. Three crows take their argument elsewhere. The…
November 30, 2022
Rain-slick trees green with lichen dance in a puddle’s punctuated sky.
November 30, 2021
Another day, another snow: fat flakes coming down just thickly enough to be mesmerizing, turning the ground blank again. A gun goes off.
November 30, 2020
Rain and fog at daybreak. Some intrepid deer hunter fires a single shot. I wonder how dry the squirrels are in their high, ball-shaped dreys.