#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Spring Collage

Awake before Frank, I work a bit on the new poem that’s struggling. Also send a poe off to workshop. It’s cool and cloudy and windy. Then the wind calms down. I work on the brush clearing and have a vision for the meditation trail I will create with Frank. I like working in the cool, but I have to rush in for workshop. Helpful feedback on my poem. Lunch break and a nice chat with a poet friend. I watched the tops of the hardwoods, full with leaves, sway all day in the breeze. Revised morning poem for evening workshop. Wave home. Wave home. Wave home. Frank bought him a new toy as a surprise. We had to come up with a good reason to give it to him. Frank the gift giver. We won’t be in town for his last day of school in June, so I suggest that. Deal. He is delighted, of course. We race each other in the yard. He gets faster and faster. Everything coming into bloom. We walk to his friend’s house on our shared driveway. His friend comes out to play and Wave holds his hand as we walk back to our house. Not sure the friend is ready for that. But it speaks to Wave’s true heart. Then they race. Always the race. I make pizzas. And then, more poetry and conversation.