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December 14,

December 14, 2009 by Dave Bonta

A couple degrees above freezing. The snowpack has softened, and the squirrels chasing back and forth through the laurel hardly make a sound.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, mountain laurel
December 14, 2008 by Dave Bonta

Mid-morning, and the snow on the roof has sprouted tendrils of ice reaching for the ground. They drip; they sway in the breeze; they let go.

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December 14, 2007 by Dave Bonta

Riddle me this: no snow fell here, but the ground is white. The trees with their thin coats of ice creak and clatter in the darkness.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags icestorm, sleet
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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.

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