#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Perhaps because I worked, before I walked, on the Florida bird poem, I saw this bird, made of shadow, on a fallen log. Before walking, I changed the name of the poem: “Shape of Bird.” I made the revisions to this poem that came to me from yesterday’s workshop. Then, out to walk in the warm sunshine, and the pleasure of Charlie, un-conflicted, coming with me to drink from the brook. And, the pleasure of finding the downy hawthorn in bloom beside the trail. And then, the pleasure of learning my girls had decided to pull weeds in the side garden which I had not yet gotten to work on. So, the three of us took the rake and the shovel and our gloves and our music (Pandora station: Crosby Still & Nash) and we did a good overhaul on the side garden. I wouldn’t have gotten to it today, except for their interest in helping. It needs so much! How overgrown and underplanted. I have a poem about downy hawthorn I wrote a year ago. I workshopped it at least twice and have been sending it out. But I’m not sure it’s done. Seeing the blossom today made me think I might go back and have another look. It’s a poem about innocence and disgust. And gardens and kisses. And secrets.