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sunrise

August 23, 2025 by Dave Bonta

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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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags crickets, lilac, mile-a-minute, sunrise
September 12, 2025August 20, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Rain starts at sunrise and tapers off a half hour later. In its wake: phoebe, pewee, goldfinch, Carolina wren. A cedar waxwing’s whistle.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, Carolina wren, cedar waxwing, eastern wood pewee, phoebe, rain, sunrise
August 17, 2025 by Dave Bonta

An autumnal sunrise heralded by crickets. I search the bracken patch for any two fronds in the same shade of green, yellow, or brown.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bracken, crickets, sunrise
August 15, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Half a moon alone in the sky. A silent catbird flies into the half-dead lilac. Off through the forest, blinding fragments of the sun.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags catbird, lilac, moon, sunrise
August 13, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A dawn chorus of tree crickets, field crickets and mole crickets. After a half-clear sunrise, the clouds move in.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, crickets, sunrise
August 11, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise reddens the western ridge as the flat-tire moon fades, alone in the sky. Jewelweed flowers along the stream nod and sway as the first hummingbird makes her rounds.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags jewelweed, moon, ruby-throated hummingbird, sunrise
August 10, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Crystal-clear and still at sunrise. Dew drips from the roof. Over by the springhouse, a red squirrel and a Carolina wren are having a free and frank exchange of views.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, red squirrel, springhouse, sunrise
August 5, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Thin, high clouds. The yellow smudge that is the sun rises to the tune of quarry trucks beeping backwards. I study the weeds where I saw a bear disappear ten hours earlier, just at dusk.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bear, clouds, sunrise
July 30, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Clear and still at sunrise, with a sheen of dew on the meadow. A screech owl trills in the distance, nearly drowned out by goldfinches.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, screech owl, sunrise
July 23, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cool and clear. Sunlight floods the crown of the tall tulip tree, which releases one yellow leaf into the still air, rocking from side to side as it falls.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags sunrise, tulip tree
July 21, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cool and clear at sunrise, with a sliver of moon like an open parenthesis for something left unsaid. A hummingbird drawn in by purple bergamot sips from the drab white soapwort instead.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bergamot, moon, ruby-throated hummingbird, soapwort, sunrise
July 20, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A crescent moon above the ridge at dawn is lost in fog by sunrise. A hummingbird bothers the bergamot, and a wood thrush is singing as lustily as if it were still June.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bergamot, dawn, fog, moon, ruby-throated hummingbird, sunrise, wood thrush
July 17, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Overcast at sunrise. Each breeze brings a brief shower from a midnight storm. A mosquito wallows in the long hair of my forearm.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, mosquito, rain, sunrise
July 12, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Out before sunrise, where the humidity has become visible: a thin fog through which I swim, leaving the porch for an early-morning hike to beat the heat.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fog, sunrise
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