frost

Saturday October 17, 2020

Dave Bonta October 17, 2020 0

As the rising sun glimmers through the trees, birch and walnut leaves begin to fall, the first hard frost glittering on the ground.

Dave Bonta December 8, 2019

Soft light on the hard frost: more glimmer than glitter. A pileated woodpecker’s kak kak kak like a high-pitched engine trying to start.

Dave Bonta November 9, 2019 4

-5°C. The wilted and faded lilac leaves have acquired mold-like coats of frost. A white-breasted nuthatch’s nasal two notes.

Dave Bonta January 28, 2019

The fast scrabbling of claws on black locust bark: another squirrel’s in heat. Dead grass blades along the stream are rococo with hoarfrost.

Dave Bonta December 27, 2018 1

Hoarfrosted grass glitters in the sun. A nuthatch calling up in the woods sounds more certain than I’ve ever felt about anything in my life.

Dave Bonta December 5, 2018

Under a white sky, the small white car of the meter man, and a heavy frost. Two nuthatches are having a frank exchange of views.

Dave Bonta November 8, 2018

All the most supine stiltgrass has grown white fur in the night. Two nuthatches foraging at the woods’ edge react badly to my sneeze.

Dave Bonta October 25, 2018

Patches of white in the yard—the first frost. So late! But then the oaks are still green, the sky still constrained by leaves.

Dave Bonta March 31, 2018 9

On the first morning of my married life, the sky is as blue as it gets. Phoebe, rooster, bluebird. The sparkle of frost gives way to sheen.

Dave Bonta March 11, 2018

An achingly blue sky, and the sun lower than it should be thanks to the tyranny of clocks. Crows yell. The ground sparkles with frost.