bats – The Morning Porch

July 22, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Chimney swifts circle high overhead as the last bats head home. The sun rising through small clouds is crowned by dark spokes.

November 4, 2021 by Dave Bonta

25F degrees at dawn. A bat flies low over the meadow as the white-throated sparrows tune up. Frost-encrusted blades of grass seem to glow.

August 12, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Dawn. A bat zig-zags high over the meadow en route to its roost as the few clouds turn pink.

November 15, 2025
A raven with something red in its beak. Three running deer causing a fourth to raise and lower her tail. Patches of gold appear among the clouds.
November 15, 2024
Every morning should come with fog like this, and the leftovers of an all-night rain still dripping onto the porch roof, and bright lichen on dark bark, and chickadees.
November 15, 2023
Cold and still at sunrise. The western ridge turns from barn-red to gold, like an autumn in reverse.
November 15, 2022
Heavy frost in the yard. I scuttle about preparing for a scheduled seven-hour power outage that never comes. My tea grows cold.
November 15, 2021
Clearing sky after a brief snow squall. The ridgeside, slick with leaves of slowly fading colors, shines like a salamander in the sun.