#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Because I woke late, it was sun flooded day by the time I went out into this breezy June, this welcoming warmth and fresh under puckered clouds, near new blooms, blues and greens, intense, and a painted turtle at King Philip's overlook, I almost overlooked her, digging up the most earth at my feet.
“Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window. You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
Plainly their seeming into seamless air.”
All photos and texts ©Kelly DuMar 2018, unless otherwise attributed