Though warmer and more fitful, last night’s breeze is still blowing. Blackberry canes wag. Even the dead grass gets into the swing of it.
wind
Thursday June 14, 2018
Bright spots in the clouds disappear as quickly as they appear. Fire siren. A magpie rattles at the wind.
Thursday April 05, 2018
A phoebe lands on a branch and flicks his tail, not fooled by the passing resemblance of scattered, zigzagging snowflakes to flying insects.
Wednesday April 04, 2018
Dead leaves rise from the forest floor and go scuttling back and forth in small flocks. A few ascend to the sky—just beginning to clear.
Friday March 16, 2018
Each morning arrives with a fresh coat of snow, but today’s is threadbare. For a minute or two, the wind is whiter than the ground.
Wednesday March 14, 2018
Small flakes sting my cheek; ice-bound trees squeak and groan. From the feeder up at my parents’ house, the happy chatter of snowbirds.
Friday March 09, 2018
New snow blown about by a bitter wind. A red-tailed hawk struggles to gain altitude, mocked by a blue jay doing its best hawk scream.