#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Charles River

Suddenly, it's cooler. The grass is soaking wet from dew when we go out at 8:00. I woke early and opened a draft of a poem about Laurel Lake I have not looked at in weeks. I need to have something to bring to my group tomorrow night. I thought I left it in decent condition, but now I see only flaws. I have to choose to dig into revision or pick something else to work on. The woods are busy with walkers and dogs and Charlie's distracted by all the activity. There is a wonderful cool breeze. I know I must return home to the uncertainty of this poem and the question: can I make of it something worth making? My parents feel fresh, they're stirring my senses. They're alive at the lake in the poem, and I'm young, then I'm older and soon enough, my children have grown into the poem too. I've committed: given hours of this day to making the poem and now I will sleep on a good enough draft: Lake of Laurel and Ash

All photos and text ©Kelly DuMar 2018