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