Horseshoe Crabs Lay Eggs Under a Full Moon
Weaving between discarded dogfish heads and tampon applicator flotsam, they are crawling.
The Night Comes in Through the Window
Your screen is a fluttering membrane onto the darkness. Night scratches its fur against the thin separator, seeping into your room through osmosis.
Trees Green and Eyes Redden
Your inflamed lids are weeping and your nose is running, for pollen is stirring.
The Morning Croon of Mourning Doves
Lie there, listening, as the morning chorus of backyard birds swells.
Lusty Heralds Call Into the Twilight
The spring peepers have defrosted to haunt the shores of ephemeral vernal pools.
The Grand Surprise of the First Butterfly
Winter has left us all a bit bedraggled around the edges.
The Crocuses Awaken
The crocus breathes out its feather-veined lavender and white petals, coalescing like warm words on a cold morning
Water on the Street Forms Chasms of Unfathomable Depth
As our city has grown, so have its puddles thanks to the expanse of concrete leaving water with nowhere to go.
Groundhogs Sleep Soundly With Hearts Slowed
Take inspiration from the woodchuck—one of our city's few truly hibernating mammals.
Icicles Hang at Precarious Heights
Menace awaits on every architectural angle, every surface where sun-warmed slush slaloms its way off a precipice.