#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

“Give a Common Word the Spell” is a line from Edward Hirsch, How to Read a Poem

Heavy rain in the darkness of this evening. Not starting until later in afternoon. Still, a good thing to be home today instead of traveling to NYC. A good thing for my body and all my need for rest. And to be in the trees and the impending thrash. It was cool and the air was damp as I worked and worked on dragging dead limbs and breaking off dead branches from trees, and clearing invasive vines and dragging old brush piles. Clearing an area that will add to the view of the tennis court. I worked silently letting thoughts ramble. I needed silence and a way for all my jumble of busy to settle and relax. All that happened. Frank came home from tennis and helped me with his tractor pushing the brush piles. My daughter had to go out early so Wave came to me on waking and I made him a good breakfast, of course. Everyone in this household settled into the storm with naps. I tried and could not get a poem or a revision. Worked on a collage instead. Will get up early, but I’m accepting that I might not have what I want for workshop tomorrow. Of course, Israel and Gaza, all this disaster, all the possibilities for tomorrow’s exchange. Hostages coming home. The heartbreak of all this horror. Wave home tomorrow as the storm winds down.