#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Stars

. . . Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

~ Excerpt from You Are Tired (I Think) E.E. Cummings

I like to take Chip out for the last time of day and be under the stars. And I like to take Chip out in the early morning and be under the stars.

I am working on the same poem from yesterday and it’s slow going.

Maybe it’s getting better. The stars are out tonight and I am under them.