#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
A spring Saturday morning with all the May blooms, I could have stayed out all morning. My first walk, I went out with the dogs into the cool, fresh air. Later, my daughter wanted to see the Lady Slippers, and so we went again for a long walk and passed them, one tender pink beauty after the other. Still, my favorites of the day are the cinnamon fern and the waterlogged maple wing on The Charles. Irresistible woods, as D.H. Lawrence wrote, "enkindled."
“This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.”
All photos and text by Kelly DuMar, 2018, unless otherwise attributed