#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Rain delicious rain. So strong a rain. No wind. Just a good soaking. I went out in my old sneakers and got myself good and soaked. Took a long walk. No swim. Well, sort of a swim. The trail was running with a couple of inches of water. Not from the Beavers. From the skies. It was quite slippery. I used my sticks and kept my balance. Then home to dry and dress quickly and get out the door to see my aunt. Rained a good bit of the way to Connecticut. I was so happy to see her. Told her all about my trips. Home to a dinner made by Frank and my son and daughter, just the four of us. No Wave. But a special grown up dinner table. Sunday nights have turned into family dinner again on a regular basis. Woke up early, tried to get a poem to come. Took notes. Had ideas. Didn’t get anywhere. Need it for tomorrow. Worked an hour before dinner. Still, no poem. Sat down after dinner. Kind of just forced something out. It’s very very very very rough. I will wake early and wish for something magic to happen. Perhaps elves juicing it up during my sleep. Poetry elves that dwell in this tree covered in moss. Come. Come. Come.Bring some magic to my poem.