#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Fire Hydrant in the Meadow

Berries in Morning Web

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web. ”

— Pablo Picasso

River Web

September Chicory

Broken Fence

Sunday Sanctuary

I cross the trestle into a mist

of morning river

follow tracks and cross

the road, named after what was

and wander, acres, acres

of field that once belonged

to the State when it was in repair

Now, I'm in the weeds and thistle

of sun after rain, light-dazzled 

webs, whole ones, new ones and fresh

except, this broken fence won't need repair

this rusty hydrant won't extinguish

any fire, here, nobody's home

it's only a meadow –

it's only necessary

for weeds

 

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017