moon – The Morning Porch/Patio

Monday October 01, 2018

Dave Bonta October 1, 2018 0

A half moon high overhead, fading as the fog rises off the meadow. A nuthatch lands on the dead elm’s smooth trunk and turns all about.

Dave Bonta October 10, 2017

Before dawn, the half moon’s flat edge passing through different types of clouds like a cheese knife. The neighbor’s rooster starts to crow.

Dave Bonta April 11, 2017 2

Red maple trees blossom on their own schedules. The branches I watched the moon slip through like a slow fish last night are now ablaze.

Dave Bonta November 19, 2016

The loud rasp of squirrel teeth trying to gain entry to the chambers of a black walnut. Gibbous moon like an eggshell discarded in the sky.

Dave Bonta September 22, 2016 1

Clear and cold at sunrise. A migrant thrush calls from the not-yet-ruined temple of the trees. Overhead, the archaic smile of the moon.

Dave Bonta August 24, 2016

A wash of cirrus below the moon’s inverted bowl. A northern pearly-eye butterfly perches on the porch, bullseyes shining on its underwings.

Dave Bonta August 15, 2016 1

Beads of rain that were shining moonlets 10 hours ago are now mere glitter. Night has shrunk to the dark iridescence in a butterfly’s wing.

Dave Bonta June 28, 2016

4:50 a.m.: moonlight and dawn-light are at equilibrium. Then the whip-poor-will starts his insane chant. Other birds wake and chime in.

Dave Bonta May 31, 2016 1

I take my eye off the clear sky for a moment and suddenly there are clouds—four streaks beside the moon’s thin frown. Cerulean warbler song.

Dave Bonta November 4, 2015

Leaves still cling to the tall locusts—threadbare coats of gold beneath the fourth-quarter moon, pale as a discarded toenail clipping.