#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Indoor/Outdoor

Six o’clock, these early mornings of November the meadow is misted over. This morning is a run and then a swim. I have to watch my step in the messy woods this time of year, the leaves are light and piled deep on the trail and the storms have littered branches to trip on everywhere. I don’t stop for pictures. Settle for an indoor/outdoor one instead. My geraniums in bloom bring cheer of summer. Soon, at my desk. I have fussed in my head all night and on my run: will I find a poem. Seated in the quiet, my office plants watered, a candle lit, I follow an impulse. Somehow, get two revisions and a new poem. It’s a remarkably productive sit-down after so much fretting. Dishes and laundry follow, a pleasant break. I enlist the youngest to help create the holiday card; sale ends tonight! I proof her paper, she designs the card. I make the ferry reservation for Thanksgiving.