#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Kelly DuMar
We opened, yesterday,
the winter sealed windows
Waking, this morning, I listened
to my regular heart
beat from my temple pressed
into the veins of my elbow, my arm
In the meadow a nest wintered
on twigs near haggard grass, still, gold
Under this field, my roots are attaching
– to what? I can't know, I can't verify