#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Frosted Fern, November
I am a fern, dry, frosted, melting
under cloudless November sky. You must
remember, I was spring like and unfurled
the day I embraced you
“I’m calling a symbol a sign
that points past itself to a ground
of meaning and being that is one
with the consciousness of the beholder.
What you’re learning in myth
is about yourself
as part of the being of the world.”
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar, 2016, unless otherwise attributed.