#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

New Day, Charles River Sunrise

Hours ago the day was brand new and the sun rising in the East over the Charles and the maple leaves, fallen from trees in the November woods - little paintings on the forest floor. It was early and cold and I didn't even wear gloves so my hands froze, the temperature 22 degrees, and I was walking and preparing my thoughts for a poetry reading: Wake Up and Smell the Poetry, a community venue in a nearby town which was a delightful morning of hot coffee and good company. People went out into the cold for poetry at 10:30 a.m. on a Saturday - and until 1 p.m. we shared music, poetry and deep listening. My hands are still cold as I write now from my bed; they haven't warmed all day, but my spirit is fed from the open mic following the readings, the creative spirit rising in the room warmed us all.

Maple Leaf, November Woods