#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loath to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river—
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.

Excerpt from Willow Poem

This morning the snow warming to sticky soft in the daylight with the temperature rising. Charlie runs, opens his jaws to catch the snowballs I throw. It's not sunny, the path is icy, but the river is slowly unfreezing. I am walking dreamily, taking my time, noticing everything on the ground – the fallen flakes of bark, still green ferns, the abstract ice on the brook, the zen-like dry yellow grass; I am getting lost, staying lost, in the gallery of art in the woods.

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017