Tag: spring

reading Milosz on the porch in March

it must be March - this morning the quince blooms and two crows sit on the porch rail trading gentle preenings between them, beside me, while I am sipping rapidly cooling coffee and reading my tattered Milosz, thinking about how even black might just be … Continue reading reading Milosz on the porch in March

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the house finches

the house finches have changed their song again - to one of fierce joy, of emphatic nest-lust it seems almost too soon for such passion, with snow still gathered, blue in the shadows of the north-facing stones then again, some songs exist simply to remind … Continue reading the house finches

April windstorm

the winds that rushed in yesterday to strip branches of their blooms flipped trash can lids, sent them spinning down the street, cast crows into chaotic aeronautics and sent all songbirds deep into their shrubbed shelters but today, they come out singing blithely tumbling between … Continue reading April windstorm

flower etiquette

our forsythia doesn’t bloom, never having been properly pruned the workmen (dirty-jeaned, bantering) being more adept at paint and plumbing than the etiquette of flowers © Sarah Whiteley

writing home

the small-birds have finally found the window feeder and the dogs are enthralled with their sudden proximity we are well, though feeling the spring in our bones – that gentle eruption debuts a new brand of restlessness the boards of the porch have been too … Continue reading writing home