#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Last night in bed I worried about waking
to such dire predictions of wind chilling
weather.
When I woke the cold came true, it hit
and hurt when I opened the door -
the dogs went out to pee. I bundled
myself, in layers of itchy, I want to/but wait
'til it's easier, except this December weather
is the start of uncomfortable -
this warning must be followed outdoors, even
where I may be granted, along sheets of river iced
an act of grace, an absence of whipping
no ferocity blowing me back inside, so I may learn
to belong to a season of resistance, overcoming
the tread, like cement, a trail of uncrackable fact.
All text and photos copyright Kelly DuMar 2016