fall foliage

October 13, 2009

Dave Bonta October 13, 2009

Rising late, I listen to loggers’ chainsaws from over the ridge to the west. The trees are almost at their peak of color. A distant crash.

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Cold and clear. Stripes of sunlight don’t distinguish between the gold on the trees and the gold already on the ground: everything glows.

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Coming back from the Adirondacks, I find a different mountain: much redder and yellower than it was a week ago, and much less mountainous.

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Under a gray sky, small birds move silently through green and gold leaves, while the wren yammers away behind the shed.
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Cool but not quite as clear, with a thin, high scrim of clouds and the incessant beeping of quarry trucks, to which a migrant phoebe…
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Lightning flickers on the horizon at dawn. The dull glow of the crescent moon’s darkened bulk reminds me that the earth also shines.
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Sunrise somewhere over the rain. In the dripping forest canopy, a dark card-shuffle of wings.
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Equinox. I spot some goldenrod, done flowering, turning yellow a second time. My mother stops by to tell me about a singing porcupine.