#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Late November, Flames

An early outing, woods of gloom

low clouds silvering dawn over soggy

earth, soaked night of rain.

Oh, November sunless morning

what am I here for, what am I after?

Last night the coyotes yipped & howled

making mischief or joy of the neighborhood

I was awake for hours, wondering

my boots soaked, my fingers numbed

and then, burning the meadow, such tiny flames

such a stupendous roar

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2016