#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Rocky Narrows Blueberries, wild in the woods

The woods smell like rain is coming; all the plants must be expecting rain; there is no patch of blue; all clouds above the blueberries, plentiful on bushes along the trails, ripening in all their stages. I am listening to my poems as Charlie and I walk in the cool morning. I recorded the batch I plan to read tonight at a poetry reading in Somerville. On the page, I doubted them. In my ears, surrounded by everything new and fresh growing up from the earth at my feet, I liked them, I trusted them. The poems sounded beautiful and true, and I very much wanted to read them aloud, in the evening, into the ears of anyone who would listen.

Photo by Jennifer Martelli, Third Life Studio, Somerville, MA

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2018