#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

April Dusk

My walk waited for dusk. For one hour I pushed snooze on my alarm. I wanted to wake at 6:00 a.m. to write. At 7:00 forced myself up. i worked on my new poem, waking the dead. Found inspiration listening to music by composter Gautam Srikishan, including “Praise the Rain,” and “First Grief.” Wrote until I had to jump in for a quick swim. Off to a bridal shower. A very social day and fun. Forgot all about working on my poem, visiting dear friends. Lively, lovely afternoon in spring rain. Home to a hard nap & casual family dinner. Wave home. My youngest noticed Mr. & Mrs. mallard after dinner in the leaves under the trees near the brook. I went out, but stayed in the distance not to disturb them. Their romantic snack. On something under the leaves they were enjoying. I stayed out, walking to the river. Meeting the beaver. All the intensely peaceful quiet of nature on the river. The heron over my head twice. The peepers in the wetlands. Light going down. Trees darkening into the shadow light. I let the quiet surround me and breathed deeply. Thought about my poem. The lilac light of the slow current. An April day saying goodnight.