Anything but white

Posted on February 6, 2009 by Dave Bonta

ditch

Screech owl at dawn
& a great-horned owl at dusk.
All day long, just words.

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Skid marks where a rabbit
slid into the ditch at dawn—
no shadows then.

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Marooned in the snow,
the old whitewashed springhouse
is anything but white.

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Where deer once stepped,
dinner-plate-sized craters
brimming with new snow.

 

old footprints

About Dave Bonta

Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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3 Responses to Anything but white

  1. lissa says:
    February 7, 2009 at 1:27 pm

    that first photo is gorgeous.

  2. bev says:
    February 8, 2009 at 12:12 pm

    yes, anything but white.
    excellent – both images and words.

  3. Bluegrass Poet says:
    February 9, 2009 at 1:12 pm

    I like the bookending owls. I’m very partial to owls.