#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Nothing seems new and little is alive
along the river the dogs and I
search for signs, anything -
bravely fresh or spirited, under heavy
covering clouds, over yesterday's fossilized
feet on snow, here and there, we stumble
toward our brook, two fine ferns
iced in glass, a brown beaded spectacle.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2016 unless otherwise attributed