wind – The Morning Porch/Patio

Friday February 14, 2020

Dave Bonta February 14, 2020 0

Cold, with an icy breeze that creeps under both my hoods. A dusting of snow. The distant sound of a door slamming shut.

Dave Bonta February 7, 2020 0

A half-inch of wet snow blew in so fast, it’s plastered to the sides of trees in lumps. From up on the ridge, the white noise of the wind.

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

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.