Dave Bonta

November 6, 2007 by Dave Bonta

Wind and rain have stripped the birches and maples at the edge of the woods. A gray squirrel leaps through the bare branches.

November 5, 2007 by Dave Bonta

Venus and the fourth-quarter moon stand close together, shining through the treetops as I drink my coffee.

August 22, 2025
Cool and clearing. Dew drips from the porch roof onto the orange jewelweed, which this morning for the first time receives no visits from a hummingbird.
August 22, 2024
Clear, cold, and still. A hummingbird finds the one wild bergamot blossom hiding next to the porch and circles its purple mop-head, tonguing a dozen tubes.
August 22, 2023
A gray squirrel with a nearly white tail scampering up the road draws my attention to the white snakeroot—banks of it just coming into bloom.
August 22, 2022
Overcast with a shimmer of light rain. A red-eyed vireo still calls at the woods’ edge. The thud of a black walnut onto a roof.
August 22, 2021
A few minutes after moonset, and the ground fog is still aglow. A screech owl’s monotone trill.