mile-a-minute

August 23, 2025

Dave Bonta August 23, 2025 0

The slow creak of a field cricket like a rusty winch for the sunrise. In the dying lilac I spot new mile-a-minute vines.

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Another cold, clear morning. Robins streaked by the molt contend with blue jays for the best perches in the tops of the tall locusts, answering…
August 23, 2023
Cold at dawn, with the lightest of breezes bringing sounds from the east—mostly the limestone quarry’s dull roar. A screech owl trills. The clouds go…
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Clouds gravid with rain at sunrise. A wood thrush calls quietly. In the top of the tallest oak, a squirrel’s silhouette begins its descent.
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The meadow and its crickets. The full moon emerges from the clouds upside-down in every drop of dew.
August 23, 2016
I wish I had names for all the filmy-winged insects that appear like spirits when the light is strong and the shadows behind them are…