Cold and clear. Stars fade as the ground fog grows, partly lit by the crescent moon, partly by the dawn.
moon
Saturday September 25, 2021
The unfamiliar clouds of my breath. A phoebe calling in the sun-drenched crown of a walnut tree, beneath that old slice of apple, the moon.
Monday September 20, 2021
Spring peeper just after moonset. Then whippoorwill. Wood thrush. Carolina wren. Phoebe. A pileated woodpecker cackles and it’s day.
Monday September 06, 2021
In the dark of the moon, the luminance of stars. From town, a wailing of fire sirens, their literally compelling music an eerie, out-of-sync duet.
Friday September 03, 2021
5:58 am. The crescent moon is increasingly alone in the sky as the dawn light metastasizes. A distant whippoorwill.
Thursday August 26, 2021
Ten minutes till sunrise. The gibbous moon is losing its glow like a guitar pick thrown from a stage.
Monday August 23, 2021
The meadow and its crickets. The full moon emerges from the clouds upside-down in every drop of dew.
Sunday August 22, 2021
A few minutes after moonset, and the ground fog is still aglow. A screech owl’s monotone trill.
Thursday August 05, 2021
5:15. A sliver of a moon with its dark bulk faintly illuminated by earthshine. Highway noise picks up. A towhee starts to tweet.
Tuesday August 03, 2021
5:15. The crescent moon’s parenthesis gapes at Pleiades, which I watch until it’s subsumed into the dawn.