http://morningporch.com The view and soundscape from my front porch first thing in the morning, in 140 or fewer characters. Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:29:49 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en An eight-point buck struts through the neck-high meadow, stirring up sparrows and goldenrod fluff, lifting his tail to shit while he walks. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)A crashing sound from the springhouse...Five inches of fresh snow, the...When I first come out, the yard... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/11/159119767 After a warm night, half the lilac's leaves are brown and curling. What is it about warmth this time of year that makes it so debilitating? __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)Warm rain. The wood thrushes have...Last night the air was warm, but...A warm night. With no inversion... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/10/159119766 A squirrel places a walnut in a small high crotch in the lilac and departs, like the Andrew Goldsworthy of squirrels. A junco lands, looks. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)6:20 a.m. All through the newly...Puffs of white smoke where squirrels...A squirrel in a black walnut tree... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/09/159119765 Halfway up the ridge, a dangling oak limb broken by last month's snowstorm suddenly crashes to the ground, still clinging to its leaves. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)Halfway up the ridge, the hectoring...The promised snowstorm has yet...All these songs I haven’... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/08/159119764 The latched door beneath the porch stands ajar. I step gingerly through the frost-edged blades of grass, carrying my coffee like a lamp. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)The door under the porch is ajar...Overcast and cold. A firefly floats...A patch of a deer-tongue grass... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/07/159119763 Shadows of bare branches on the stark white side of my house like a portent of winter. A flock of 13 geese splits, re-forms, makes a U-turn. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)Sun in the tops of the tall locust...A large flock of geese somewhere...6:20 a.m. All through the newly... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/06/159119762 I hear the grunting of a buck in rut, but see only a grown fawn chasing a doe. As they pass below the porch, I hear the bleat in his voice. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)The urgent grunts of a buck in...A catbird dive-bombs a small buck...The tansy heads beside the porch... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/05/159119760 Two decades of porch-sitting, and I still can't shake the illusion that my feet are propped on the railing of a ship that never leaves port. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)After decades of segregation by...Sitting under the portico while...A bristly white caterpillar on... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/04/159119759 Nothing of note this morning, I'm tempted to say. But even the random arrangement of walnut leaf ribs on the red floorboards is beautiful. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)I watch a yellow black walnut...Scarlet oak leaf: blown sideways...In the almost still air, one long... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/03/159119757 For a half-hour after moonset, the sky is perfectly empty, the ground is still white. Then through the bare trees, this blemish of a sun. __________Similar Posts (automatically generated)At first light, few other sounds...For an hour now, the red-bellied...Just two, isolated “cak&#... http://morningporch.com/2009/11/02/159119745