dawn – The Morning Porch

Monday July 12, 2021

Dave Bonta July 12, 2021 0

Dawn mediated by fog is slower, but it gets to the same, obvious spectacle in the end. And the usual wren has something to say about it.

Dave Bonta June 5, 2021

Venus in the dawn sky. Phoebe, field sparrow, wood pewee. The alarm-snorts of a deer.

Dave Bonta June 3, 2021

First light. Near where the stream gurgles under the road, a song sparrow sings a dream version of his usual song.

Dave Bonta May 28, 2021

Dawn stealing influence from the just-past-full moon. The whip-poor-will awakening the catbird.

Dave Bonta March 24, 2021

Dawn. A phoebe and a cardinal are singing in the rain. At the woods’ edge, the last patch of snow has shrunk to the size of a hubcap.

Dave Bonta January 26, 2021

Dawn. In the dim light, a pitter-patter of freezing rain slowly turns into the dry whisper of sleet, then the hush of snow — and back again.

Dave Bonta January 15, 2020

Slow winter dawn: light leaking through the trees. A Carolina wren’s molto vivace prompts his mate to respond in sforzando.

Dave Bonta September 23, 2018

Off to the northeast, a thin band of clear sky for the dawn to tint. A squirrel drops a walnut from the treetops. The catbird starts to mew.

Dave Bonta September 13, 2018 2

Foggy at dawn. When I open the door, a Carolina wren zips out of the old hornets’ nest under the porch roof and disappears into the lilac.

Dave Bonta September 12, 2017

Awakened at first light by a whip-poor-will, I find my lost hat and sit outside watching a white cat hunt at the edge of the road.