thunder

The tulip trees have burst their buds—a gray-green haze. Hermit thrush in my left ear, thunder in my right.

On this date

Catbird and tanager trading licks. For half a minute, a vagrant sunbeam sets one of the two mullein stalks aglow. …

Overcast and cool. A small, strikingly orange and black moth flutters around the house, and I try unsuccessfully to catch it in my hand. …

In the downpour, a chipping sparrow forages for its breakfast beneath the lilac leaves, gleaning insects that sought shelter from the rain. …

The catbird emerges from the lilac, gray as ever, and begins to scold. The cuckoo, by contrast, sounds mechanical—almost ready for a clock. …

White sky thin enough for the sun to shine through. The sound of a bear tearing at a log. A ripple of squirrel alarms as a hawk goes past. …

A rustle from the top of a tall locust: two great blue herons jab at the thorny twigs, spread their wings and launch into the bluest sky. …

Chipping sparrows feed a fledgling in the grass next to the wall, making much too much noise—even a deer would nosh on such a fine morsel. …

I feel a ground beetle walking up my leg, under my jeans. How do I know it isn't an ant or a cockroach? The feet make a solid connection. …

The Morning Porch