Fog full of birdsong. I look up from the page to a rumble of thunder that makes the windows shake.
thunder
7/25/2022
The sky never gets fully light before thunder starts to rumble. Now it’s getting dark again. The birds fall silent.
4/26/2022
The tulip trees have burst their buds—a gray-green haze. Hermit thrush in my left ear, thunder in my right.