American robin – Page 7 – The Morning Porch

February 6, 2008 by Dave Bonta

Ground-level clouds appear and disappear in the half-dark; even the thermometer is fogged up. Over the roar of the stream, a robin’s song.

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The sun eases out of the clouds. A gnatcatcher is flying sorties from atop the lilac, which has just burst its buds.
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Under a slowly clearing sky, the new, red-green peony leaves are still beaded with last night’s rain. No trains running; it’s all birdsong.