#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning Brook Abstract

Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips

   The days, as though the sunset gates they crowd,

And Summer from her golden collar slips

   And strays through stubble-fields, and moans aloud. . .

~ Excerpt from Autumn By Alice Cary

Gosh, I was happy to find this abstract image in the brook this morning. My walk after an early wakeup to work on my poem. I did get some inspiration during the night and I wrote into that. Still, by the time I sent it off it was very very rough. And I sent it anyway hoping to really get some help. This poem needs so much. I did get some help. Not enough, I guess. Still struggling along with it this afternoon. Want to have another revision for workshop in morning. I’m glad I’m not giving up on it. Need to trust the mysterious creative process. The woods were still wet from yesterday’s rain; the moss emerald green around the trees. Quite nourishing and ravishing. I had a good long talk with my good friend, trotting along, trotting along. Happiness this afternoon of Wave being home. Happiness of making, improvising, a vegetarian lasagne. Happiness of having my lasagne enjoyed by one and all, including Wave who thanked me. He is new to this school and the length of this day and a little out of sorts but dinner pleased him. Workshop tonight with my poetry friends. Yeesh. I didn’t bring mine. it’s in between drafts. Their work was exceptional. My energy for fall is high. New things happening. The grapes are purpling. Spilling fragrance. I like to stand under the grapevine arch and breathe their winey scent. A scent that may work on me in my sleep tonight.