wind – The Morning Porch/Patio

Thursday January 16, 2020

Dave Bonta January 16, 2020 1

I find my chair where the wind left it at the far end of the porch with a cracked back. Dried cattail leaves flap like banners for the dead.

Dave Bonta January 8, 2020 0

The snow squall stops just before I come out all bundled up and squinting at the sun, the porch two inches deep in windblown snow.

Dave Bonta January 5, 2020 1

Snowflakes in the air give shape to the wind. I sneeze, and a pileated woodpecker emerges from the far side of an oak and flies off.

Dave Bonta December 18, 2019

The icy trees have been dusted with snow, which still sticks in the wind when they make a sound like the dry grinding of snails’ teeth.

Dave Bonta December 11, 2019 1

Fast-moving clouds make the illumination of the hillside as sudden and surprising as a magician’s trick. Fallen leaves turn over one by one.

Dave Bonta November 28, 2019

My chair has moved to the far end of the porch, away from the wind. Feral herds of leaves crab-walk and cartwheel across the forest floor.

Dave Bonta November 22, 2019 1

After a windy night, the whole horizon is visible beyond the trees. I watch one of the last oak leaves float down, rocking, taking its time.

Dave Bonta November 2, 2019

High gusts of wind salted with rain. Three goldfinches cling like limpets to the thistle seed tube feeder as it careens back and forth.

Dave Bonta October 30, 2019

Sun through thin clouds. Over the wind, the sound of an electric chainsaw cutting and muttering.

Dave Bonta August 22, 2019

From a nearby window, an alarm clock beeps on and on. Such a relief when it finally stops! A fitted sheet on the line fills with wind.