#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . When sprouts break out,
Slippery as fish,
I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.

~ Excerpt from Theodore Roethke, Cuttings

A drippy morning in the woods after my swim. A good 40-minute swim, and Charlie was patient, waiting for his walk. Frank and I talk as i walk getting feet muddy in the wetlands, happy for the ferns as fiddleheads rising. We talk over some issues about the renovation of the house, our home project. As usual, see eye-to-eye. Indoors I have the quiet house again. Get straight to work. Write with a client, always a pleasure. Then, have a chance to exchange poems for feedback with my friend; we are both thinking about revisions from last night’s workshop. It’s problem solving, really. I am really close to finished on my poem. She helps me find an answer to a question. And, as always, helps me cut a superfluous word or two. Then I prep the theme and prompt for tomorrow’s Charles River Writers––a hybrid of in-person and online. i buy a loaf of banana bread for the in-person attendees. In the late afternoon, I have a chance to rake which is a nice break from the screen. The sun has broken through the heavy cloud layer that hung about the day. I am glad to be making progress, wagon after wagon dumped in the mulch pile. And the earth scratched up black and fresh.