#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
An early outing, woods of gloom
low clouds silvering dawn over soggy
earth, soaked night of rain.
Oh, November sunless morning
what am I here for, what am I after?
Last night the coyotes yipped & howled
making mischief or joy of the neighborhood
I was awake for hours, wondering
my boots soaked, my fingers numbed
and then, burning the meadow, such tiny flames
such a stupendous roar
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2016