Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-09-16

  • Scattered drips of dew from the top roof. A doe and fawn ghost by along the woods' edge, the fawn's spots as faded as snakeroot flowers. #
  • New poem: Bullet Casing. http://t.co/h3A6V3u1 "Squat bottle. Who drained its amnesia?" #
  • A downy woodpecker lands in the dead cherry tree. She trills and the rotten limbs tremble, taps and they make hardly a sound. #
  • As sunlight reaches the forest floor, the chipmunks emerge and begin to chip, their metronomes mingling—a dry waterfall of sound. #
  • @kitabet Thanks. I forgot I did that. in reply to kitabet #
  • A squirrel creeps up to the flicker hole in the dead elm, but another squirrel pops out chittering and gives chase through the treetops. #
  • Took us just seven years. MT @qarrtsiluni Qarrtsiluni has now published more than 800 contributors. http://t.co/FTTAXQ1B #
  • @marlyyoumans Thanks, Marly. It's definitely gotten big and gangly! in reply to marlyyoumans #
  • As the sun climbs through the trees, small patches of sunlight appear and disappear in the springhouse meadow, setting the goldenrod aglow. #
  • We don't hear much from the highway these days. What I hear: Canada geese off the north, a train whistle, two kinds of crickets. #
  • The first small holes through to the ridge-top sky have appeared in the green wall opposite my porch. The sound of falling acorns. #